Winny, my love, come with me. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. ” “What did you say?” “I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’” “And then?” “She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. “So you still think of me as husband, even though we have long since tired of each other. “I gave your name. ” “She doesn’t care for him now?” “Not a bit. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. And yet—I love you.
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