I worked on my journal most of Monday, finishing in floods of tears too late to get my face right before Thomas came home. He said: “You’ve been howling, haven’t you? I suppose the castle’s depressing after being in London” — which made things nice and easy for me. I said yes, that was it, and that it had been sad seeing Stephen go and wondering what would happen to him. “I wouldn’t worry about Stephen,” said Thomas. “He’s sure to be a riot on the pictures. All the girls in the village are in love with him — they used to hang about on the Godsend road trying to waylay him. One of these days
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