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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

And now you've done it,
you think you love me; but you don't, you can't."
"You're talking the wickedest nonsense that ever proceeded out of the
lips of a loving woman," I said aghast. "I repeat in the most solemn way
that I love you with all my heart."
"In common decency you couldn't say otherwise."
Again I saw the futility of disputation. I put my hand on hers.
"Time will show, dear. At any rate, we have had our hour of fairyland."
"I wish we hadn't," she said. "Don't you see it was only my sorcery, as
you call it, that took us there? I meant us to go."
At last we reached Cadogan Gardens. I descended and handed her out, and
we entered the hall of the mansions. The porter stood with the lift-door
open.
"I'm coming up to knock all this foolishness out of your head."
"No, don't, please, for Heaven's sake!" she whispered imploringly. "I
must be alone--to think it all out. It's only because I love you so. And
don't come to see me for a day or two--say two days. This is Wednesday.
Come on Friday.


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