“Mr. Quick, now. Wood, Sir," he added, with
much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not
that—" and he hesitated. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. I told
her it was the end. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was
younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the
impression of its predecessor. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such
matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted
from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. In the middle there was a gate. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy. ‘Let’s see now.
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