Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. You must, know, Sir
Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that, in the course of my business I've
found it convenient to become the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of
which I can transmit any light ware,—such as gold watches, rings, and plate, as
well as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been spoken with by
way of the mail,—you understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a
secure and ready market for them. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. They cleaned up the mess as best
they could and she went home with him docilely. Your husband could have told you
that. “Do you understand what I am talking about? It’s no good
if you don’t. And here against a wall were the plumtrees. It would be protective; it would
with age turn to silver unnoticeably. The Higher Life and the Lower. Bit priggish, isn’t it?
And if he only knew it—so absurd.
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