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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter VIII (1913)

I said shortly. “But how on earth was I to know that she was a girl like that at the time? It's confusing to catch a girl in a woolen dressing gown, walking up and down one's bedroom at one o'clock in the morning, and sighing like a woman who committed suicide in it.”
“Well, it will be a great disappointment to me if this match falls through,” Scruton said slowly. “I have always expected Amber to marry well; but this—this surpasses my most sanguine expectations. I shall settle a hundred thousand pounds on her if she marries you, Lord Garthoyle.”
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter VIII (1913)

After a while, I could not think of the kiss that I had given her, when I had caught her playing the ghost, without wanting to kiss her again.
Finally I made up my mind that the only thing to do was to bolt, and be quick about it. A course of foreign travel was my only chance of curing myself; and the sooner I took it, the less painful I should find it. I saw plainly that it was not a case for big-game shooting. If I got away to the loneliness of the woods and hills, I should only be worse. I should want Amber worse than ever.
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter VIII (1913)

But Amber was like that; and, of course, women never are reasonable about that kind of thing.
It was a very difficult business; and for the next few days I worried and worried over it. I could not make up my mind what to do. The Walsh affair, too, had changed Amber. She had grown rather shy with me. It was all right after we had been talking a while; but she was shy when she just met me, and if I came on her suddenly she blushed—faintly, but quite distinctly. It always made me want to pick her up and kiss her, and tell her that she was the only girl in the world for me.
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