“How old are you?”
“Sixteen. . ’”
Anna made no remark. Annabel
watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can
promise you. ‘Talk to me another time. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. My friend, I am only grieved that you of all
others should have been so deceived. "
Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and,
clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most
passionate terms.
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