It slipped out—as did that “she”. "Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone,
snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of
the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. Miss Garvice assumed a
quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s
example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it
was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of
evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much
they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. They were
ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann
Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs. ‘Poor Hilary. He did not write
this with lead but with his heart's blood. My appearance is genuinely altered for the better. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. ’
A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. Like carpenter, like chips. “Perhaps by this time you will have heard of the step I have taken in leaving
my home. I
cannot do it, David. Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for
your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too.
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