Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. I bored him. "I understand," she said. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. Gerald would not marry her even with a dowry. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland.
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