” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash. I always thought Mrs. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. 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. “Like him who stood on Darien I view uncharted sea Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights Before my Queen and me. . ” He said. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. Anna looked at her, startled.
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