‘So now we come to it. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed. I have always been lonely. You yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me now to do anything of the sort. The reward is mine.
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