Perhaps in the beginning the women made
fools of themselves over him. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your
hands and slipping. "
He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. ”
His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. The dusky obscurity of the
room was twice welcome. 23
She had always considered herself a simple wool
maker’s daughter, but she began to realize that by
marrying Gianfrancesco she had unwittingly gained
entrance to a separate world. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees,
and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of
the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses
which constitute the village of Neasdon. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but
there are grades and qualities of love. Thank you for walking me home the
other day. “I feared we might have a fog.
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