Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann Veronica. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. The major will not call. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. Ennison, who had been standing with his back to the window, came suddenly a little further into the room. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. He is Jacques.
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