Part 4
At eight that evening Miss Stanley tapped at Ann Veronica’s bedroom door. '—'Oh! yes we are,' says he. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. \"Yep. Wood," she continued, with a sudden
change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. ”
“Why can’t you take me with you?” He begged. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and
demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the
adjoining house, were bailiffs. Or shall I ask
Colonel Anson for a few hints?”
“For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared.
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