‘I’m leaving at once, I’ll ride and will spend the night somewhere on the road,’ he said. ‘You can catch the stage with my luggage tomorrow morning. Take it to Sir Daniel Scott’s house.’ He changed into breeches and a caped riding coat. Having ruined the first two cravats he tried to tie he gave up and wrapped a loose neckerchief round his neck, tucking the ends into his shirt. He was furious, not so much with Bella, but with himself for having so far forgot his resolutions as to have been on the point of offering for her. And how he could have lost control of himself in such a deplorable fashion he did not in the least understand. She was no lightskirt, whatever other faults he had now discovered. There had been no excuse for kissing her in such a manner. For kissing her at all. He tried to banish the recollection, but the memory of the sweetness of her mouth, the shy, tentative response to his assault, and this was the only word he could use for it, would not go away. He tugged on his riding boots and taking the saddle bags his valet had packed and silently handed him, went down to the stables.
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