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But it was otherwise with the carpenter. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Neither Charvill nor his heir know anything of your presence in England. Also he had said—laughing in that way with his eyes which made a flutter in her chest— that Prudence will find an Englishman to marry her. ” “No. ” The cab rumbled off.
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