He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. There’s always friction, conflict, unwilling concessions. " "And you married me, knowing?" "I married the man who bought a sing-song girl to give her her freedom. The inn was a military haunt.
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