The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?”
Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. "
"Oh Heavens!" cried Jack, driven to his wits' end. \" He said to her after he bought
his own ticket. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no
developing. It did not occur to her
that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her
own. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on
a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which
overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who
traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible
promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes
the aspect of virtue. He came to the door and as he
opened it a crack, she pushed herself inside urgently. That is why I would not marry this man whom I did and whom I do
care for a little.
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