"Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more
need be said about the matter. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force
than she had anticipated. "
He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table
toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched
his arms, and broke into a trot. Never be downhearted. Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Outside
the door he turned and stared at the panels. His statement was treated with derision. He pointed to where the lights still burned in
Anna’s windows.
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