“I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. Mrs. “Well——” She stopped short. In the corner of the room were two hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She could tell that he was leering at her. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began. ” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark.
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