“To my chagrin, I have. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’
‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. “It’s—private. White Sears special-order
orthopedic shoes, polyester pants, and cotton print
blouses were her usual weekend attire. But I do hope, Vee, I do
hope—this is the end of these adventures. But it looked as if
the boy was not going to be of much use. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit,
at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in
arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care,
with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her
safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary
readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. One
married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann
Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering
home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class
dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to
unwomanly lengths. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you
for your wealth.
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