\"Awww, sounds like puppy love to me. His employer retreated into the further
apartment, leaving the door ajar. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. “We will try and make you happy, my dear, so that you
may learn that lovemaking is perhaps a little more than
your idea of a woman’s duty. ‘I don’t know that I dare. We all love you dearly. And Lady
Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove
off, at a rapid pace for Barnet.
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