He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. ‘Wait for me. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side. At that, the girl jumped up. . He could not quite make her out; a new type. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. ’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding.
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