She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. “And I’m not happy. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. “Now look here, Veronica, let us be plain with each other.
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