I got to have you under guard in the gatehouse, I can see that. “But my dear Ann Veronica, you will be getting into debt!” Ann Veronica at once, and with a feeling of immense relief, took refuge in her dignity. CHAPTER IX. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ” “But there is something more. " "So am I. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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