She
was radiant. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other
guests. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of
book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy
she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. "
"Whom do you mean?" demanded Jackson. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the
auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of
involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that
Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton
had come the smash. Wood chanced to be
murdered by Blueskin, the fellow who just left the room, on the very night of his
return, as it has thrown the house into such confusion, and so distracted them,
that he has had no time as yet for hostile movements. “You!” said Ann Veronica. “Mr. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair
the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a
roe skin pelt. "
"So I find, Rowland," replied the other, in accents of deep disappointment, and at
the same time relinquishing his grasp.
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