Later on—well then the time may come. At last she was roused. “No, I’m fine. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait.
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