Part 2 In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of great deliberation. I have nothing, nothing that can possibly be passion for you. Manning, I do not think I love you. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. " "Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged to leave you. Spurling; "however I consent. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. " The manager began some computations. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee.
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