I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. It was only a matter of time. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’ in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no harm in. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources.
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