" "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. Nor had Jack been idle all this time. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. "How sweet these roses are! Shall I put them into water?" "Put them where they came from," replied Mrs. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. “Bring any new songs you may have. Then she went in and up-stairs, hesitated on the landing, and finally, a little breathless and with an air of great dignity, opened the door and walked into Ann Veronica’s room. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure.
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