I think not, Annabel. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. Through it all Spurlock maintained a gaiety which deceived them completely. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. “Enter Sir John, very honest, very much in love with me. He used a most awful word! Then he said, ‘It’s Ann Veronica gone to join her sister!’ ‘Gone!’ I said. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the servants busied in transporting her to the carriage. He wanted to become a millionaire.
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