There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. “Sir John is not at all that sort. But they would not be denied. Heaven forbid. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means.
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