’ ‘I suppose you want to take her along as well as that infernal stolen horse?’ said Hilary sarcastically. Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. They crossed the Park to the westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness.
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