” “YOU ASKED YOUR FATHER FOR A REASON!” said Miss Miniver, with great intensity. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. " "Six," he corrected. “No, I’m not a virgin. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. You must wait till supper's over. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without.
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