“I don’t love him,” said Ann Veronica, getting a gleam. . “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. It was Annabel’s. He sent me home. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. For a time Spurlock did not move. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend.
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