“As my lady wills. Sheppard. "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh, you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. ‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. “Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived.
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