“It’s okay Lucy. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. I am sure. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision. And I don't want anything of yours destroyed, Hoddy. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. And now she insisted that she MUST leave the chastened security of the Tredgold Women’s College for Russell’s unbridled classes, and wanted to go to fancy dress dances in pirate costume and spend the residue of the night with Widgett’s ramshackle girls in some indescribable hotel in Soho! He had done his best not to think about her at all, but the situation and his sister had become altogether too urgent. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. “Ann Veronica,” he said. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes. She was frightfully hungry.
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