" "Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. Let alone a girl. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. Certainly not a gentlewoman. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. I’ve got imagination.
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