“I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each
other,” he said, slowly. Vorsack looked pale and pink. "You mean you were just sorry for
him?"
"As I would be for any human being in pain. " Still the voice was
without emotion; calm, colourless. A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. The concourse
extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. Show him
no quarter, Poll. ”
“I couldn’t do that,” said Ann Veronica, sharply. She had been fighting down this thought for
days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a
vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done—
married a girl who was not his equal in anything.
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