Wood could stand it no longer. And how can I
get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find
on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you—
ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat. That is why I would not marry this man whom I did and whom I do
care for a little. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large
scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it
was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an
interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was
conscious only of its insistence. Published by Elizabeth Bailey 2012
www. It had showed up at an
auction at Sotheby’s after someone had sold it.
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