He believed me when I asked
him to marry me. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave
it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck
with the other, threading her soft curls in between his
slim fingers. ”
“Wait,” she said. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as
tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"
"I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her
grasp. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment
and draw the curtains a little closer. "
"Good news will be news to me. They don’t now. The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. She did not try to approach him. Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was
a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica
associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn
pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender.
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