The Craze of Christina — page 182: what you’re looking at

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178 The Craze of Christina. Clifford sipped his Burgundy contentedly, and lost himself in day-dreams. There was a little cottage on his estate overlooking a distant corner of Esselton Park. In it he would estab- lish the woman he loved. Sheshould live there with these mysterious “‘relations’’of hers—rent free, of course. He would refurnish and deco- rate it from attic to cellar. Miss Ashley might have the doing of it, if she liked—provided only she could do it quickly. He would fill the little house with beautiful things, and the tiny garden should be replenished and adorned from his own greenhouses and gardens. The nest should be made perfect for his love. And there she should live till their wedding day, so close to him that he could see her every day and bask himself continually in the sunshine of her smiles and in the warmth of her kisses. At this juncture he discovered that he had finished the bottle of Burgundy, and he rose from the table refreshed, exhilarated—a new man altogether! When he went up to bed he kissed her letter and put it under his pillow, chiding himself for his want of faith in having doubted her for one single moment. In the morning the telegram came, brief but satisfactory: GOMIGDOOKS, GC