He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. But, if I were in your place, I know what I'd do—"
"What—what would you do?" asked Hogarth, eagerly. He waved a cordial
goodbye. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. Why should God give particular attention to such a
prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere. He had now reached the adjoining house, and, scaling the roof, approached
another building, which seemed to be, at least, one story loftier than its
neighbours. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. ‘I can answer that.
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