“But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. Yon must be mine to-night. Wood, in
his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red,
everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. And would you
mind hurrying a little. "Oh, I've read that!"
Spurlock had heard distinctly enough all of this odd conversation; but until the
spinster's reference to the family album, no phrase had been sufficient in strength
of attraction to break the trend of his own unhappy thoughts. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. ‘Hilary was
right.
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