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‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery. “Really?” “Would not let it go. “John, don’t!” she cried. He halted and put out a hand to stop Hilary. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means.
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