“It’s either now or never,” said Ann Veronica, again ascending this stile. David left this afternoon. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. I would have liked to know. " Half an hour later she laid aside the book. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. She felt her own body stir, ready for more.
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