"I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!" CHAPTER XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. Everything. Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were pierced. I think that I am very fortunate to have it to sign. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. "No matter how much I tell of myself, I shall always keep something back. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life.
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