Tell him the truth, Annabel. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe and pensive petrography. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. ” “But how?” He was, she thought, a little too insistent. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible.
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