”
Ann Veronica was deciding for further confidences. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the
carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Without turning or looking in his
direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows
upon her knees. That person advanced towards
him. Since Jack has left us, what does it
matter whether he's pleased or not?"
At this moment, a whistle was heard. He then said that if
she would not obey him in this course she should “never darken his doors
again,” and was, indeed, frightfully abusive. ”
“Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of
men?”
For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. The
postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the
beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made
their appearance. Anna hailed a bus. Epithalamy might do. The poor boy, imagining things! "That's want of
substantial food.
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