We struggle against it at first, but in
the end we have to submit. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll
do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going
to run without friction. "
"Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is
over. The Jacobite daws
want a scarecrow. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,—
“To-morrow the six months will be up. "
"Your's will be nearer the truth, and have a deeper moral, Mr. .
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