‘Come, mademoiselle. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. A radiant smile astonished him. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. They were bathing in the stream.
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