Thunder rumbled
behind the manicured hills. "What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. Blueskin drew the knife
across his throat a second time, widening and deepening the wound; and
wrenching back the head to get it into a more favourable position, would
infallibly have severed it from the trunk, if the officers, who by this time had
recovered from their terror, had not thrown themselves upon him, and withheld
him. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. And the fences are down for good.
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