"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only
a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. In fact, Gerald had given order to the coachman to drive out of Golden Square
and then stop around the corner. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. But this was long ago. Whenever ecstasy—
any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions
eased the pressure. "
"Loved me! You!"
"I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which
seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen
by a gipsy in Lancashire. "
"She has suffered enough for you," said Wood. He looked like a French
boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his
death in one of the battles they would later call the
Hundred Years War. I admired
your chivalry. “Why should it matter?” he said.
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