"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his
head. "It is never too late. ”
He glanced over at her cockeyed, and then returned
his gaze to the road. I'll do anything in reason for you, old
top; but no pig in a poke. But you need not fear,’ she
added, shaking him off. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her
step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. "I am glad you think that," she replied. It was a gorgeous May
evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of
hyacinth and lilac. ‘Yes, but quite my own fault. Part 2
The next few weeks were a time of the very liveliest thought and growth for
Ann Veronica.
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