She
descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. A small voice greeted her, hissing. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!”
For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. . “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we
are verse and you are prose. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense
for a moment. There were dark
rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult. They
were both dressed in every respect alike. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not
relent.
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