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191 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1944
"Does a paid companion have any privacy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, privacy is inside yourself, isn't it? No one can really touch that," said Maggy with dignity, then in a burst of childish candour added: "The nights are the worst. The rooms being so close, she hears."
"Hears what?"
"If you cry," said Maggy simply and unashamed.
He looked at her then, and for the first time she saw compassion in his face, a fleeting hint that understanding might lie behind those rigid shutters.
Garth gave her a brief smile, but said nothing, and presently a very old clergyman came out of the vestry, and without preliminary began to read the marriage service.
To Maggy, the words had an acute poignancy. With my body I thee worship ... but that was lies... to have and to hold from this day forward ... that was a sacred trust... in sickness and in health, till death us do part ... and that held a terrible truth.
She could no longer see the clergyman's face through a wavering mist of tears, and she knew a single moment of outraged revulsion. Then she heard Garth's unemotional voice making his responses, and presently she made her own, a little shaky but quite clear.