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"Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time
she followed it up no further. I knew him in
spite of his dress. I believe that his recovery
was considered almost miraculous. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. What can a girl do?
Somewhere at this point Ann Veronica’s speculations were interrupted and
turned aside by the approach of a horse and rider. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY
“‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary,
Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy;
Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy,
Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye.
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