Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. As the lapse of time and change of circumstances have wrought a remarkable alteration in the appearance of the poor widow, it may not be improper to notice it here. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style.
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