“That thing’s going on,” she told herself. Don’t look so frightened. Mac would have some new yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. She was now permitted freely to study the face. ‘Why, you have heard yourself all that is being said. You have grown into my life. Her faith in human beings revived. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. How men suffer for the foolish things they do!" "Ay to that.
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