The clock struck half-past ten. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. There was no way to warn her of his presence without startling her. " He departed, musing. I believed that our marriage was genuine. Her little white hand stole across the table. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated.
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