She must not tell Martha about Gerald. Her little white hand stole across the table. “I mean to go to prison directly the session is over,” said Miss Klegg. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. ‘Is it soft, the way you seize me from
behind? Parbleu, my heart it is flown from my chest! Boom, boom, it goes, even
now. She closed her eyes as if
asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature
appeared awaking to happiness.
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