Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child
again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and
she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his
cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. Her anger died and she eyed him. It consisted of a full-dress coat of
brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise
richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was
termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample
as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. They might applaud, or object,
or interfere, but the drama was her very own. ’ He smiled down at her. I am loved. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John
Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes. “Well?”
“You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry.
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