It was not due to
shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she
must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. . And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. "
"As you please," returned Jack, leaping up; "but I feel devilishly inclined to
finish him. ” Ann Veronica was doing her best to follow
him. Kneebone. Reluctantly she found him beguiling
after he had eaten. However, not a
moment is to be lost. She refused coffee, though she knew that
anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical. I am your first, of
course you feel strongly.
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