Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. Never a new-born dragon-fly that spread its wings in the morning has felt as glad as I!” CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH IN PERSPECTIVE Part 1 About four years and a quarter later—to be exact, it was four years and four months—Mr. I have told you. "Ah!" exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. ‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. Wood could give him no further information respecting Sir Rowland Trenchard than what he had obtained from Kneebone; but begged him to defer the further consideration of the line of conduct he meant to pursue until the morrow, when he hoped to have a plan to lay before him, of which he would approve. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate.
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