“If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would
understand. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. Wood, was much better furnished
with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of
ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because
Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in
sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to
assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those
dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. “How are those books any different from the
witchcraft books?”
“I dunno. Kneebone and Mr. Part 9
The realization that she was in love flooded Ann Veronica’s mind, and altered
the quality of all its topics. They were childless and servantless, and they had
reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary
fascination. A lucky escape. His chin was angular and his lips were
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small, his mouth tiny and refined.
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