They had nothing at all to do with Martin.
The opinion of the world was an unknown factor in her vision, she
only knew of the opinion of her aunts and Miss Warlock and with
these she was already in rebellion.
She would have been in great trouble had she supposed that this
woman still loved Martin and needed him, but that, from what Martin
had said, was obviously not so. No, it was all quite clear. They
would escape together, out of this tangle of unnatural mysteries and
warnings, and live happily for ever after in the country.
As to Martin's self-portrait, that did not greatly distress her. She
had never supposed that he or any one else was "good." She had never
known a "good" person. Nor did it occur to her, in her pristine
state of savagery, that you loved any one the less for their
drawbacks. She would rather be with Martin at his worst than with
any one else at their best--that was all.
Half-an-hour was enough time to settle the whole affair. She then
waited patiently until the end of the week. She did not quite know
how she would arrange a meeting, but that would, she expected,
arrange itself.
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