Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. He has taken more than one step towards the gallows already. ‘Though he didn’t mean it. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Her mother had prepared her for everything. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. ‘I am done, Gérard.
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