“I always shall. ” Anna smiled very faintly, and shook her head. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Could she hold him and manage the reins? If only Gerald had not gone. Gerald? But could he be here so quickly? She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. Twenty guineas, mind. " "Never fear," replied Ben, gravely; "dead or alive I'll pay you, if I lose. . ” “It is very nice of you to think of it,” Anna said briskly. “In a sense—yes. " CHAPTER XI.
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