He rested on one elbow. Quarter-staves, bludgeons,
brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge
from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped
pretty freely. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. CHAPTER XIV
Ruth lost the point entirely.
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