Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. She opened and read it at once. And yet—I love you. “Love should be enough, John, but it never is. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station.
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