’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. Lucy trudged upstairs behind 258 him and he put his hand on her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry about this evening. ’ ‘That’s odd. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. 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. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. From me. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it. "You have," rejoined Jonathan, laying a forcible grasp on his shoulder.
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