It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. "Let me see," replied Wood; "exactly twelve years ago last November. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. Or felt it. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. The movement was fatal to her son. ’ She sniffed and swallowed. I was compelled to run away. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head.
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