Three Weeks by Elinor Glyn
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parting kiss, "if you are very unhappy and feel you greatly wish to
write to Miss Waring, I suppose you must do so, but let your letter be about the scenery and the impressions of travel, in no way to be interpreted into a declaration of affection or a promise of future union--I have your word, Paul, for that?" And Paul had given his word. "All right, mother--I promise--for three months." And now on this wet evening the "must" had come, so he pulled out some hotel paper and began. "MY DEAR ISABELLA: "I say--you know--I hate beginning like this--I have arrived at this beastly place, and I am awfully unhappy. I think it would have been better if I had brought Pike with me, only those rotten laws about getting the little chap back to England would have been hard. How is Moonlighter? And have they really looked after that strain, do you gather? Make Tremlett come down and report progress to you daily--I told him to. My rooms look out on a beastly lake, and there are mountains, I suppose, but I can't see them. There is hardly any one in the hotel, because the Easter visitors have all gone back and the summer ones haven't come, so I doubt even if I can have a game of billiards. I am sick of guide-books, and I should like to take the next train home again. I must dress for dinner now, and I'll finish this to-night." Paul dressed for dinner; his temper was vile, and his valet |
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