" "Nay, if you're bent upon this folly," observed Wild, who appeared to have his own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. She was reasonably certain why. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself. Fortescue tried to act embarrassment in order to conceal its reality, and Ann Veronica went on to ask a string of questions about acting, and whether her sister would act, and was she beautiful enough for it, and who would make her dresses, and so on. 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. Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her.
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