‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable
French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. Too late now. "
"And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied
Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless
it be tears of joy. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and
there were still the remains of great beauty about her. “You know about my
scandalous past?”
“Very little. "
"I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. She was sorry to find Ramage a little disposed to be melancholy. “Why not? It might amuse me. You are
NOT going to that ball!”
Ann Veronica tried a less genial, more dignified note. “Why?” he asked, suavely. Put out your hand and
bid me God-speed.
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