"I cannot—will not suffer you to remain here. When he was up and about, the idea of flight would return. It was empty. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. " Mrs. Earles, but it is a good one. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. She’s already spoken for. I love some one else. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. I hated the stuff.
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