“You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. " "Tell him so, and have done with him, Sir Rowland," observed Jonathan coldly. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. But the relief from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. She hated the manor. ’ Jack blinked.
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