Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. She could not part with dignity. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. He was manifestly exerting his mind for her, and she found herself fully disposed to justify his interest. " "How does Jack bear it?" inquired Mrs.
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