THE STORY OF IVY (Murder Mystery). Marie Belloc Lowndes

Kent Mansion, close to Kensington Gardens. They want to let it for six months, and I’ve just taken it in the hope that you and your husband will live there till you have found something you like better.”

      “You’re too good to me.”

      She looked crushed, defeated, humiliated.

      “Ivy! My precious darling——” the yearning cry escaped him.

      Slowly she lifted her head, and her eyes, swimming in tears, her trembling mouth, longing for his kisses, beckoned.

      He leapt forward, and she fell upon his breast. “Must you go away? I don’t know how I shall live without you,” she sobbed.

      As at last he tore himself from her arms, “Oh God,” he exclaimed. “If only you were free!”