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One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of
that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her
father. ”
Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. He carried a small bag. ”
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. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and
probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. She'll have this hour always
with her; and you failed her. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. He did not
stagger in the least. ‘I am sure you will. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed
to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. She must not show anything. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable.
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