“Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. I didn't mean it. Wood. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory. This intelligence, which she instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding.
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