It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses, but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only for skirt hands. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out.
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