Bentley’s side, through the ethereal landscape, with our easy rapport restored. We came upon the back of the Cottage, traveling across the kitchen garden and up to the kitchen door. Reveling in Mr. Bentley’s company, I found myself unwilling to go inside. Once I went in the door, the night was over. I looked at Mr. Bentley, and he at me, and a moment passed. Suddenly he gripped my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length. “Forgive me,” he said. “I’ve done it again, despite all my vows.” “Done what again? What vows have you broken?” “I’ve allowed my feelings to override propriety, and I’ve been totally unfair to you.” “Please, explain. How have you been unfair to me? It was just an exciting interlude.” “Much more than that to me, but I have no right to say so.” The happy warmth that had suffused me shrank into a cold, hard little ball as I felt us getting to the heart of the matter, but still I asked, “No right? Why not?” “I’m not free, Miss Brown.
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