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In August, while Furze was fighting the drought, Mary was preparing her trousseau.
The marriage had been postponed until early in October, for her grandee had some financial affair in the process of flotation, and already she had discovered that when he was pursuing the golden hind it was unwise to come between him and the pursuit. The discovery did not worry her. She was in no hurry. This was no haycock affair, tumultuous and poignant. Her great man extended to her a Spanish courtesy, and an air of high financial endeavour. She accepted his kisses; they could not be called disturbing kisses, and she could not quite make up her mind as to their nature. He kissed her as though he were taking a tentative nibble at strange fruit, not feeling sure of its ripeness or of his own capacity to digest it. She added an imagined shyness to her conception of his silent strength, and it did not displease her.