’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. When first you left your home you had no idea that I was the hidden impulse. Sheppard. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours.
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