"When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt
with an insane gleam, upon him. Ann
Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads
from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent
muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. But, it can't be helped. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had
begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens,
and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion
under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though
temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than
embrace them.
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