My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. ‘You will not, pig,’ cried Melusine. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her.
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