She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. “Until you marry, Vee,” said Hetty. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw
their broad arms over this pleasant spot. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows.
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