A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. "Zounds!" cried Kneebone, furiously. Lord, I am sixty. Anna passed serenely
out. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of
acute consternation. ”
“Again,” he said, “I am going to be impertinent. For
me that is all over and done with. ”
He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to
the map. But, what is it! What did you promise?"
"To offer you my heart, my hand, my life," replied Kneebone, falling at her feet. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. It was
very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open,
and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily
legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the
letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people
nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child.
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