That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. But how close? She glanced about at the shrouded furnishings for possible cover. With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh, you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). There’s a great gulf opened, and nobody’s got any plans what to do with us. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. . The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat.
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