"I don't think he would leave me, even if I could part with him," observed Mrs. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. He told her something about music, the great world outside. It is her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome.
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