“I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. Wagner had just been in love when he wrote it all. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Jacques is very bad, and I am afraid he may die. After all, you may easily come to fetch Mrs Ibstock when you need her. I love my husband. She climbed back into the window an hour before sunrise.
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