This way, Sir Rowland. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. I had to go at a moment’s notice. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being.
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