Never
had her father explained. ‘I
escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding
between us," observed the woollen-draper. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. It must be some
days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. These
galleries were separated in the middle by iron grates. ”
Brendon leaned over confidentially. Who is she, I say?”
“My sister!” Annabel faltered. Brown engaged in the
usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for
sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo
behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. I don’t! Please enlighten me. ”
Ann Veronica remained anxious to hear more of her sister’s story from her
father’s point of view, but he did not go on. I really am enjoying it. ”
But after that neither ideas nor phrases had come and she had fallen thinking
of the events of the day. "I can't see him.
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