“I knew
that you waited at the farmhouse. "
"Not in the least," replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table; "there's my staff. You know you do, Annabel. Marvel, then, took two iron weights, each of a hundred pounds,
and placed them in the press. She produced a handkerchief, and with one
sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. ‘That’s right. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any
one of my sort ever gets to prayer. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and
the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to
give up the point. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. "
"Funny, about that coat. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann
Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration.
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