They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. Part 3
The call Ann Veronica paid with her aunt that afternoon had at first much the
same relation to the Widgett conversation that a plaster statue of Mr. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards,
and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who,
at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle
in the other. Kneebone,—pray go!" implored Winifred. Instantly she seized the poker and made a
desperate effort to get them out again. The world into which she was so boldly venturing
was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these
paper covers. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again.
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