"The end is the most beautiful in English literature. He was so seldom wrong. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. ” “I have been abroad,” he said. ‘But what in the world was she doing at Remenham House?’ ‘Your quickness is astounding, Lucy,’ Gerald told her admiringly. “Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a man named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man, but who was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. Surely it was a dream.
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