“I wonder which of us enjoys that most,” said Capes—“does he, or do we?” “He seems to get a zest—” “He does it and forgets it. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry.
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