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“Excuse me a moment. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the ugly ones. "Leave me to my fate," rejoined Jack. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that she was only an idea, a trust. Jarvis did not leave a will. Here we are. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. Before you know where you are you find yourself in a complication. ’ ‘Pah! How can it be romantic? That is silly.
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