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There followed an instant’s pause, and then Ann Veronica had decided to
misunderstand. She was curious to know why
he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or
his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive
suits were doing. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into
the box. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve,
repression. But his grief
was of short duration. He
turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the
young man's attention. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their
shoulders the burdens of other people. She ought to
have written at once and told him exactly what had happened. This, then, must be the person whom
he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time of the collision between
the boats. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly,
and said, in a deep, arch voice:
“Talking of love again; spring again, love again.
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