He almost felt he hated her,
yet he knew he had no right to his antagonism. Jeff was unpledged, he
was free. No woman had any claim on him. Not even Nan. Poor Nan. He
had hoped to give her seven long days of unalloyed delight. He had
only given her seven days of bitter disappointment and disillusion.
He set about his packing with furious zest. In a moment, it seemed,
his room was in a state of chaos. And all the while, as he bundled
garments together and flung them into his grips, his busy thought went
on in the only direction in which it seemed capable of moving just now.
His mind had gone back to the days before their visit to Calthorpe. He
remembered the delighted anticipation which Nan had displayed. Her
displays of happy affection for himself in the midst of her own great
looking forward. The ravishing hours she had spent in choosing
patterns of material, and styles of gown. He remembered the bright
sparkling eyes shining, it seemed to him, at all times. That wonderful
looking forward. Oh, the holiday of it had been nothing.
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