"
"I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she
dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. ”
“And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the
true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had
put terror into her heart. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what
they tell me. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or
pneumonia or something like that. "
"Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. There ends
my duty. "
Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal. Ann
Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream,
and put her elbows before her on the table. He did not know—and probably never would unless
she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into
slatternly ways in this latitude. “Come on in, Michelle.
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