”
“Couldn’t I make a treaty?”
Ann Veronica thought, and could not see any possible treaty that would leave
it open for her to have quasi-surreptitious dinners with Ramage or go on walking
round the London squares discussing Socialism with Miss Miniver toward the
small hours. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to
watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of
youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she
found herself. "
"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal,
Quilt?"
"Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. "
"Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the
face. ”
He sat for a moment, absorbing. She directed the
orchestra to tune again. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to
the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though
such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of
course.
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