Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. I would be too 222 busy protecting you. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. He was now almost driven to despair. Ann Veronica was in their very forefront. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. He propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter. I shall still believe in you.
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