“I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. "It's better," observed Sheppard, meaningly. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. “Let me see,” he said. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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