” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. He was damned if he knew what to do. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses. I demand it as a right. These convulsions occurred when Ann Veronica was about twelve. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true. "Come Bess,—no whimpering.
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