” “Thousands of women have married merely for freedom,” said Miss Miniver. I don’t know. "Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. This man and he were alike, and about the same age.
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