Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. ” “Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. “What did it matter?” she cried. His brows drew a little nearer together. She twisted her fingers tightly. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Jonathan threw open the street-door. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. "Good night. \" He rose and departed. Mr. ’ ‘It’s no use you being superior,’ said Roding severely.
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