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" "Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. But I mean to have them. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. I’m glad I did. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books.
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