He knew that tragedy
was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. “I must explain to her. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the
melancholy procession descending the hill. . There was a gentle rustling of skirts. “I am giving my understudy a chance. They went on talking
in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he
listened and pretended to read the Times. . “And how did you find us here?”
“I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. "
"Loved me! You!"
"I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which
seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen
by a gipsy in Lancashire. The tension was
palpable. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on
a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. “Never mind me. It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remained up all
night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed. There was a short, red-faced,
resolute youth who inherited an authoritative attitude upon bacteriology from his
father; a Japanese student of unassuming manners who drew beautifully and had
an imperfect knowledge of English; and a dark, unwashed Scotchman with
complicated spectacles, who would come every morning as a sort of volunteer
supplementary demonstrator, look very closely at her work and her, tell her that
her dissections were “fairish,” or “very fairish indeed,” or “high above the
normal female standard,” hover as if for some outbreak of passionate gratitude
and with admiring retrospects that made the facetted spectacles gleam like
diamonds, return to his own place.
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