"
"My pet! But still a pair of high-lows heavy with nails would not have
been efficacious then. I should think I love him, you might have said to
yourself, but he is such an awkward fellow."
"It had gone much beyond that at Mrs. Armitage's."
"But now you have to take my high-lows as part of your duty."
"And you?"
"When a man loves a woman he falls in love with everything belonging to
her. You don't wear high-lows. Everything you possess as specially your
own has to administer to my sense of love and beauty."
"I wish--I wish it might be so."
"There is no danger about that at all. But I have to come before you on
an occasion such as this as a kind of navvy,--and you must accept me."
She glanced around furtively to see whether their guide was looking, but
the guide had gone back out of sight. For, sitting on her pony, she had
her arm around his neck and kissed him. "And then there is ever so much
more," he continued. "I don't think I snore?"
"Indeed, no! There isn't a sound comes from you. I sometimes look to see
if I think you are alive."
"But if I do, you'll have to put up with it. That would be one of your
duties as a wife. You never could have thought of that when I had those
dress-boots on.
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