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family? An odious thing-Time ! And Cousin Edward's little yellow letter. Good heavens ! Twenty-six years ago before he was a parson, or married or anything! Such a good partner, really musical; a queer, dear fellow, devoted, absent-minded, so easily shocked, yet with flame burning in him somewhere.

`DEAR LEILA,
`After our last dance I went straight off-I couldn't go in. I went down to the river, and walked along the bank; it was beautiful, all grey and hazy, and the trees whispered, and the cows looked holy; and I walked along and thought of you. And a farmer took me for a lunatic, in my dress-clothes. Dear Leila, you were so pretty last night, and I did love our dances. I hope you're not tired, and that I shall see you soon again.
`Your affectionate cousin, 'EDWARD PIERSON.'

And then he had gone and become a parson, and married, and been a widower fifteen years. She remembered the death of his wife, just before she left for South Africa, at that period of disgrace when she had so shocked her family by her divorce. Poor Edward-quite the nicest of her cousins ! The only one she would care to see again. He would be very old and terribly good and proper, by now!
Her wheel of Regent's Park was coming full circle, and the sun was up behind the houses, but still no sound of traffic stirred. She stopped before a flower-bed where was some heliotrope, and took a long, luxurious sniff. She could not resist plucking a sprig, too, and holding it to her nose. A sudden want of love had run through every nerve and fibre of her; she shivered, standing there with her eyes half closed, above the pale violet blossom. Then, noting by her wrist-watch that it was four o'clock, she hurried on, to get to her bed, for she would have to be on duty again at noon. Oh ! the war ! She was tired ! If only it were over, and one could live! ...

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