’
‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. Anna and her escort exchanged glances. If I could but——”
To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to
herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in
her throat. Some day, when the rewards of literature permit the arduous research
required, the Campaign of the Women will find its Carlyle, and the particulars of
that marvellous series of exploits by which Miss Brett and her colleagues nagged
the whole Western world into the discussion of women’s position become the
material for the most delightful and amazing descriptions. ”
“Ah!” Sir John exclaimed. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath
your father's roof. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I
went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a
few verses. Nature is God,
Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy.
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