Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. “Think of what people will say!” That became a refrain. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. It was as though he were personally aggrieved.
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