I want you. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. ‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me hanging about outside like. “No, I’m fine. Now let us forget it. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. And in that respect they stir up one another.
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