“Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide,
uncomfortable pause. ” She lifted steadfast eyes to him. She fidgeted and looked away. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that
all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. She opened and read it at once. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions
of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Only you good ones—
shirk. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side,
fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met
with on the night of the Great Storm. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at
Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. "
"Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey.
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