He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. \"Do you want a snack?\" \"No thanks. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. . “Well, he’s really smart. Believe me, it will be better by far that you should consent to marry me. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. " So saying, he closed the lantern. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. You say you love me and want to marry, but those are strong, potent words, words meant to last a lifetime. ” Lucy grew hot. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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