"She travelled alone;
and she is the purest woman God ever permitted to inhabit the earth. "I told you
I was not unprotected. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. Some shadow of reserve seemed to
have crept up between them. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was
good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it. . . When she
judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat
dispirited. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon
the horizon.
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