"You forgot your lunch," she said. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ” He stated. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. “You must pack for me. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind.
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