For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. She saw Lucy darkening her doorstep and stood from the recliner. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. ” “But Hainault—assured—me—that the marriage was binding. ’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. ” She let him make love to her that night. ‘Merci, dieu. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug.
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