"
"Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. "
"It is a diamond," said the lady, in an agony of distress,—"the child!"
"A diamond! Here, take the kid," cried Blueskin, slipping the infant adroitly
under her scarf. ”
Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. There's something queer about that young man; but we'll
never be able to find out what it is. ”
For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted
with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently,
to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. Speedily recovering
himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not
reckoning widows who re-marry. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others.
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