” “I shall have no objection at all,” Anna assured him. "Mr. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. ‘Sapristi. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. ” “You know,” he said with some hesitation, “that your sister is singing. Neither Charvill nor his heir know anything of your presence in England. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly.
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