I haven’t, anyhow. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through
the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny
sheets. . How can you protect me? Moreover, it is
stealing that you have done, and therefore—’
‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. And how can I
get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find
on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you—
ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat. . ’
She set down her glass with a snap. ”
“I promise,” he answered heartily.
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