You can pick out your climate, the whole world over."
These words were uttered with a breadth of candour that was like the
embrace of strong arms- that was like the fragrance straight in her
face, and by his clean, breathing lips, of she knew not what strange
gardens, what charged airs. She would have given her little finger
at that moment to feel strongly and simply the impulse to answer:
"Lord Warburton, it's impossible for me to do better in this wonderful
world, I think, than commit myself, very gratefully, to your loyalty."
But though she was lost in admiration of her opportunity she managed
to move back into the deepest shade of it, even as some wild, caught
creature in a vast cage. The "splendid" security so offered her was
not the greatest she could conceive. What she finally bethought
herself of saying was something very different- something that
deferred the need of really facing her crisis. "Don't think me
unkind if I ask you to say no more about this to-day."
"Certainly, certainly!" her companion cried. "I wouldn't bore you
for the world."
"You've given me a great deal to think about, and I promise you to
do it justice.
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