But you have not finished surely. E. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’
‘Precisely. She
seemed just as stiff and shy as a girl ought to be, Lady Palsworthy thought,
neither garrulous nor unready, and free from nearly all the heavy aggressiveness,
the overgrown, overblown quality, the egotism and want of consideration of the
typical modern girl. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she
recalled something Major Alderley had said. Wood, at the top of her voice. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot. Aha!" he
continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with
him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. My dear! we’ve
had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things
we’d said—like a rosary of beads.
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