He’s waiting. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. He stood a little anxious and fussy, bothered by the responsibility of her, entirely careless of what her life was or was likely to be, ignoring her thoughts and feelings, ignorant of every fact of importance in her life, explaining everything he could not understand in her as nonsense and perversity, concerned only with a terror of bothers and undesirable situations. CHAPTER II. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. She waited expectantly. If I offered you half of my possessions, you'd doubtless wallop me on the jaw. Eh bien, we shall see.
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