’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. To write under a pseudonym!—to be forced to disown his children! He could not write under his own name, enjoy the fruits of fame should these tales prove successful. “Oh, damn!” he said. “It was,” she admitted. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. I would not have him know—now—for the world. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Every one else does. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. "Where are you?" "Here," replied Mrs. “How would you prevent it?” she asked. 76 < 11 > A SEDUCTION, PART ONE Sebastian had loved to kiss her for hours.
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