Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me. “Get you a cold one?” “No thanks. Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day, and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. ” “I had some unexpected business,” Courtlaw answered shortly. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms.
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