“You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not
talk like that. She wished that the drive would never
end, but it was only three miles after all. She was nestled
under his bedspread. There was no such a thing as
perfection in a mixed world. But now Ann Veronica knew what was the matter with her. His light brown
hair was almost crew cut short. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. She
rolled to one side. He smothered a laugh. To even presume a
lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death.
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