After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. “Let’s go. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face. ’ ‘Ah, you know about that, then?’ ‘That much, yes. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. I would love to think of how beautiful your children will be!” “I want to be with you.
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