Love in a Muddle
Markham, Walter Markham, who adores her.

Cheneston is sweet to me when we're all together, but when he and I leave the others and are alone sometimes he hardly speaks.

Cheneston is sweet to me when we're all together, but when he and I leave the others and are alone sometimes he hardly speaks.

I imagine he is bored.

I imagine he is bored.

I do love him so much, every day I seem to love him more and more and more.

I do love him so much, every day I seem to love him more and more and more.

I suppose I ought to be ashamed and humiliated to write that down, because I simply bore him to tears; but I'm not, mine isn't a silly love—he's my very, very dear, the most wonderful man I have ever seen or known.

I suppose I ought to be ashamed and humiliated to write that down, because I simply bore him to tears; but I'm not, mine isn't a silly love—he's my very, very dear, the most wonderful man I have ever seen or known.

Sometimes people say things that simply wring my heart.

Sometimes people say things that simply wring my heart.

"I suppose you'll get married directly after the war?" the C.O.'s wife said.  "Will you live in England?"

"I suppose you'll get married directly after the war?" the C.O.'s wife said.  "Will you live in England?"

"I—I don't know," I answered.

"I—I don't know," I answered.

"We shall winter in the South," said Cheneston; he glanced at Grace Gilpin and I knew she was listening.  "We shall probably go to Norway for the sports, and spend the rest of the time in England."

"We shall winter in the South," said Cheneston; he glanced at Grace Gilpin and I knew she was listening.  "We shall probably go to Norway for the sports, and spend the rest of the time in England."

"It sounds like a fairy tale," said the C.O.'s wife.

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