The Craze of Christina — page 138: what you’re looking at

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134 The Craze of Christina. society daily; he would probably be permitted to take her out for walks or for drives in his phaeton openly in the face of all people. Even Docker could not possibly object to this, nor gather any infringement of his uncle’s will from such legitimate proceedings; and also (and here Mr. Clifford shut his eyes in an ecstasy of imag- inative bliss), surely, he would be allowed cer- tain familiarities and caresses of a perfectly in- toxicating nature. He should be able to pass his arm around her dainty waist, to draw her charming figure close to himself, and—oh, rap- turous heaven of heavens!—to press his lips upon hers! not once or twice, but often, every day, as often as he wished in fact—and three years of kisses opened themselves out before his eyes in a long and bewildering vista of beatific delight! He arose from his bed determined to pursue his suit with all the ardour of which he was capable. The morning post brought him no an- swer to his second letter entreating her for a further interview. Ah! she was cold and cruel, regardless of his suffering, and callous to his pain! He had asked her to meet him again each day in the fir grove at half-past four. On the off-chance of her relenting towards him, he took care to be there to-day as he had been GOmiIGcboOoks: cc