“Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. ” “Well, perhaps it is a bit depressing. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. That was the true marvel of it. There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine.
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