All I
ask is the privilege of making life happy--and it shall be happy--for
you.... All I ask. All I ask. Protect, guard, cherish...."
For to Mr. Gunter Lake it seemed there could be no lovelier thing in
life than a wife "in name only" slowly warmed into a glow of passion by
the steadfast devotion and the strength and wisdom of a mate at first
despised. Until at last a day would come....
"My darling!" Mr. Gunter Lake whispered to the darkness. "My little
guurl. IT HAS BEEN WORTH THE WAITING...."
Section 6
Miss Grammont met Sir Richmond in the bureau of the Old George with a
telegram in her hand. "My father reported his latitude and longitude by
wireless last night. The London people think he will be off Falmouth
in four days' time. He wants me to join his liner there and go on to
Cherbourg and Paris. He's arranged that. He is the sort of man who can
arrange things like that. There'll be someone at Falmouth to look after
us and put us aboard the liner. I must wire them where I can pick up a
telegram to-morrow."
"Wells in Somerset," said Sir Richmond.
His plans were already quite clear. He explained that he wanted her
first to see Shaftesbury, a little old Wessex town that was three or
four hundred years older than Salisbury, perched on a hill, a Saxon
town, where Alfred had gathered his forces against the Danes and where
Canute, who had ruled over all Scandinavia and Iceland and Greenland,
and had come near ruling a patch of America, had died.
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