”
“But will you?”
“YES. ”
“May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my
errand here this evening?”
Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. You have
been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to
come down to dinner. Annabel, I was lying. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the
man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world
for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she
stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the
souls of women against the fate of their conditions. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come
altogether true. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible
dimple peeped out. It was precious for two
reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not
remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. She tried not to pant, not
to reveal herself, and she began to shake.
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