We,
ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. Bitte!. To
begin with, he struck her as being the most variable person she had ever
encountered. Just
this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at
least, not just because he was an Englishman. She had denied it with vigor,
and here she was!
She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her
insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?”
She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. His invalid wife and her
money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that
permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine
experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. ‘It is imbecile that you are. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that
seems wound around me. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat.
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