"I must go. III. “He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. She ignored his question. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath. “I saw you go into that place, and I have been waiting for you ever since. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. 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. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. Stanley in person.
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