Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. When I promised to marry you I thought I could; I thought it was a possible arrangement. ’ Hilary Roding groaned, but obediently followed Gerald as he began to make his way through the trees towards the back to a vantage point from where they might examine the rear of Remenham House.
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