On the stranger's appearance, she was seated
near the window busily occupied with her needle. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was
unfeignedly grateful to him. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am
saying?. Here he was almost stunned by the deafening clamour
resounding on all sides. He must know she’ll be at a
convent. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!”
For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle.
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