She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. But she must not laugh. Sir John stood upon the threshold. “Why?” he asked, suavely. ” He commanded. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more.
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