“Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. That was what she was trying to make him understand. "Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland," returned Wild; "and you shall hear. ‘Don’t be silly. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that
it went into the tureen. You shall have room to develop, you shall live as you will, where you will,
only give me the right to protect you, to free you from all these petty material
cares. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in
its way—to get anything out of them. That
Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank,
where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had
thoroughly advised her. But of what avail is this? You
have no execution, no finish. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. Who is the other?”
“What other?”
Her voice seemed to come from a long way off.
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