“If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. Her disapproval was obvious enough. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again.
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