’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing. He will wish to have his fears
laid to rest. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. Anna watched her
from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and
disappear. Gerald
at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. Gerald switched to French. Do you want me, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of
rapture. )
He hesitated. The general
propositions of Socialism, for example, struck her as admirable, but she certainly
did not extend her admiration to any of its exponents. ’
He received a glare from his captive. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better.
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