“I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. " He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night.
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