The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like everybody’s description of him. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. And I have wanted to so very much.
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