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\"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting
up, her head in her hands. I hear the splash in the water—I see the white object
floating like a sea-bird on the tide—it will not sink!"
"'Sblood!" exclaimed Jonathan, in a tone of ill-disguised contempt; "it won't do
to indulge those fancies now. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands—
he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which
secretly irritated him. It was
easy for him to see that she desired to be agreeable to him. Or,
after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards—
but one crosses it sometimes. It is abominable—”
“What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I
am! I am your lover, burning for you. He taught her how to
read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her
for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. And to wish not is useless, because you have told
me from when I was a little girl.
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