Here's a nosegay for you, my love," she continued, opening her
basket, and presenting a fragrant bunch of flowers to Winifred, "if your mother
will allow me to give it you. She had agonized over it for weeks. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may
even now have got scent of me. His reputation was slightly tainted by his
marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired
beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. Someone was coming out of the
house. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the
words of the poet,
—The growth untried
Of that wide gap—
we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. She and John were
able to see each other many times and spent long
romantic winter afternoons together. "Yesh," replied Abraham. The girl
who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the
afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. “You have even her name. Rank ingratitude, I
call it. Everything in this world changed—except human folly.
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