"The men. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his
elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. "The door!—the
door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am
unarmed. Here you are, young,
sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of
it. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so
—“will say! What are we to tell people?
“Besides, what am I to tell your father?”
At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to
return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an
enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her
flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent
consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it
became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the
position of things if she returned. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go
into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. "
"I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe
from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house,
"you've said good-b'ye to your friend.
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