"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of
ale. Ann Veronica was one of the
few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have
flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. "
"That's right, Captain," rejoined Blueskin. Mr. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he
reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. ’
‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. ”
“All we shall get,” said Ann Veronica. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along
with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs.
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