‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me.
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