”
“Why?”
Mr. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. Laughed at me, then. Gods! what
it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do,
Ann Veronica, it will be you. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love
stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother
might have cuddled a child. For a time Ann Veronica’s attention was diverted by her aunt’s interest in the
salted almonds. . "
"Both are dead," observed the knight, gloomily. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time.
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