” “Altogether holy, Ann Veronica. Oh, I know. Give up your lonely hours of work here. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. She deserves what has befallen her. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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