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 You know, it’s a horrid little house, is Mariposa. They put cows into the field at the back, sometimes. I like that; but otherwise it isn’t very much.



(aglow): Yes, isn’t it? Mariposa. It’s Spanish, you know, for butterfly. (Warming up) You know it’s wrong of me, I suppose, but coming up here in the car like that, and everything  I can’t think of a meeting with Chris as anything but a kind of treat. I know it’s terrible the way we’re coming together, but I’ve got a sort of party feeling about it all. And I have so wanted to see him again even though I’ve tried and pretended not to for Mr. Grey’s sake, and his, as well as my own  ever since we parted.



(growing fifteen years younger as she dives back into the past) : Oh, it was the silliest quarrel. We had known how we felt for just a week. Such a week! Lovely weather we had it’s pretty down there at Bray  I don’t know if you know it  and father hadn’t noticed anything. I didn’t want him to, because I thought he might want the marriage soon and think a delay a slight on me, and I knew we would have to wait. Chris had told me his father’s business was in a bad way and he might have to go