"His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. We felt like thieves. Sometimes I tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing through life without a single glimpse, a moment’s revelation of this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the mystery of primaeval nature. It was not your fault you failed. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. “I am happy. He shook his head. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. ” Part 6 It was remarkable to Ann Veronica how completely Mr. ’ A little sigh escaped her. ‘Why does this person say you are mad?’ ‘Because I am risking having my head blown off,’ Gerald answered cheerfully.
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