I have suffered too much from your treachery. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Quilt, "did you kill him?" "Not quite," replied Terence, laughing; "but I brought him to his senses. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it.
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