They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. He looked at her with a certain curiosity. Then she went in and up-stairs, hesitated on the landing, and finally, a little breathless and with an air of great dignity, opened the door and walked into Ann Veronica’s room. Someone was coming out of the house. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. “This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him.
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