He broke away and sat down in an armchair, head in his hands. I was so bothered about losing Henry, I never gave her happiness a thought. She could not answer. Tonight I shall have to go back to Cambridge with Father; tomorrow, I shall have to face Henry.
I've had enough, she thought suddenly, sitting up. Thank God. You know that, don't you? My mother and I, we lived in the utmost poverty in Paris but I had this dream of being an artist and she, poor fool, encouraged me. I wish I knew, beloved.
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