It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. "I must see him to-night. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. A sob was strangled in her throat. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. ‘Damnation! Too late. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer. He shuddered. Were the parents agreeable? Were they of age? Had the license been procured? But here, in a far country, only the velvet manacles of wedlock were necessary. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. Certainly not a gentlewoman. “Quite alone, sir. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister.
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