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I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. ” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. “This,” he said, and then: “No! Is this sweeter? Very well. A man came out, and walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. Anna left the room on tiptoe. And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. ” Anna’s eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the laugh she attempted was not altogether a success. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it.
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