Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. ” She eyed him scornfully. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. . She loved him. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand. . And for me there is only one treasure-house. There was absolute quiet. There was none. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant.
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