The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. ” He leaned to kiss her 131 and she returned his kiss, which she drew out, savored, and tried to memorize. Except for one memorable school excursion to Paris, Ann Veronica had never yet been outside England. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. Footman or some such. She went next day to the schools, and her world seemed all made of happiness just worked up roughly into shapes and occasions and duties. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him.
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