She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying
flames. You must come and tell me
all about it, although I am not sure whether we shall forgive you for not having
written to any of us. I can't run in these heavy fetters. And I’ve read, and thought,
and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. You don't want
people to snub you later. After I
took the bills it was too late to turn back. . When I examined you for ‘ill
humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body,
to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would
give you pleasure. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the
piano-player. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. Sheppard. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the
other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. But no more of that.
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