The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter.
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