“Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. ‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. 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. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. " Mrs.
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