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Sheppard," cried the carpenter's wife bitterly; "and, I
repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. A little inn flying a Swiss
flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and
lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. She went to her room and changed the
loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. ”
Ann Veronica felt a slight embarrassment. He became really companionable, discussed the
new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. "
"Her ladyship will pass through it?"
"Of course; there's no other way. ” Elizabeth, the parlormaid, kept
coming in to hand vegetables whenever there seemed a chance of Ann Veronica
asking for an interview. "Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin.
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