Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. He did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had arisen in him and possessed him. Let—it—fall. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. ‘Oh, I don’t wish to marry you. “Think of what people will say!” That became a refrain.
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