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“I think that’s the right name. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. Ann Veronica was
carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and
uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with
his back to the unlit gas-fire. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his
hand menacingly at him. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!"
Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's
mouth, and forced him out of the room. So, let's think
no more about it. Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog.
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