Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. “Hullo!” Courtlaw, haggard, his deep-set eyes more brilliant than ever, took Anna’s hand into his, and breathed a little close drawn sigh of content. "I cannot do it. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent.
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