We aren’t worth it. ”
Annabel’s hand stole into his. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. Jonathan smiled contemptuously. He had, he felt, to
create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd
chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by
shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter
days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. "You remember that starling, Sir Rowland," he said maliciously, "and what
occurred on it, twelve years ago?"
"Too well," answered the knight, frowning. Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I—
knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death. ‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand.
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