The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Thank goodness there’s plenty of opportunity! And we two can talk. Martin’s crush. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. 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.
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