Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. " "Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was. I’d need to be out of my senses. . Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. ” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ann Veronica, by H.
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