‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d
pledged my friendship. I was grateful. It is my business to know most people. Wood chanced to be
murdered by Blueskin, the fellow who just left the room, on the very night of his
return, as it has thrown the house into such confusion, and so distracted them,
that he has had no time as yet for hostile movements. I
wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. ’
‘Eh? Why did you not say so, man?’ demanded Hilary crossly. ”
“H’m!” said Ann Veronica, and shook her head. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated,
glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very
civil salutation. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I
know that I love you. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. .
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