He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her
that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. "
"I'd good reasons for placing it there, Sir; but don't question me about them now,
or you'll drive me mad," returned Mrs. ”
“Can’t we go down into Italy?”
“No,” he said; “it won’t run to that now. But I'd a
mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended. ‘You are jealous!’
‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. So,
instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. Prudence was the
substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she
only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue.
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