"I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. His hands came up, his face broke apart. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. " "What'll it cost to have you all to myself for the day?" Ah Cum named the sum. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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