” Ann Veronica made a sympathetic little murmur. ’ ‘Ah, that is easy,’ she began, laughing. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. ” “How absurd!” Annabel declared. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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