But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and
addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near
Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously,
exercised a powerful effect upon him. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked
around the table, all eyes upon her. "I hope you don't
imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. He kissed
her neck, moving down to her breasts, trying to consume
her with passion. ’
‘How shocking. I
find you an impenetrable enigma. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all
my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. That's one of the troubles with young folks:
they take themselves so seriously.
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