But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. ‘I do not understand you. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. See paragraph 1. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. ‘Is it such a terrible prospect? I will take care of you—as long as you obey me. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black.
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