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ndia　sounds　lovely。　I　can　just　see　myself　on　an　elephant

swaying　between　lanes　of　obsequious　natives。　But　I　don't　know　if

father　would　let　me　go。　We　must　see。

I　keep　living　over　again　the　lovely　times　we　have　had。　But　I

don't　think　you　liked　me　quite　so　much　towards　the　end；　did　you？

You　did　not　like　me　when　we　left　Paris。　Why　didn't　you？

I　love　you　very　much。　I　love　your　body。　It　is　so　clear　and

fine。　I　am　glad　you　do　not　go　naked；　or　all　the　women　would　fall

in　love　with　you。　I　am　very　jealous　of　it；　I　love　it　so

much。

He　was　more　or　less　satisfied　with　this　letter。　But　day　after

day　he　was　walking　about；　dead；　non…existent。

He　could　not　e　again　to　Nottingham　until　the　end　of　April。

Then　he　persuaded　her　to　go　with　him　for　a　week…end　to　a

friend's　house　near　Oxford。　By　this　time　they　were　engaged。　He

had　written　to　her　father；　and　the　thing　was　settled。　He　brought

her　an　emerald　ring；　of　which　she　was　very　proud。

Her　people　treated　her　now　with　a　little　distance；　as　if　she

had　already　left　them。　They　left　her　very　much　alone。

She　went　with　him　for　the　three　days　in　the　country　house

near　Oxford。　It　was　delicious；　and　she　was　very　happy。　But　the

thing　she　remembered　most　was　when；　getting　up　in　the　morning

after　he　had　gone　back　quietly　to　his　own　room；　having　spent　the

night　with　her；　she　found　herself　very　rich　in　being　alone；　and

enjoying　to　the　full　her　solitary　room；　she　drew　up　her　blind

and　saw　the　plum　trees　in　the　garden　below　all　glittering　and

snowy　and　delighted　with　the　sunshine；　in　full　bloom　under　a

blue　sky。　They　threw　out　their　blossom；　they　flung　it　out　under