She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to
see them go. ‘It is not your affair. ‘You would
have a history of my life? Very well. “I am not sure,” Anna answered. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she
was within lawful bounds. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its
miseries to-day. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. She shattered the edifice he was building up of
himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless
and consuming passion. It was not possible. She was given a glimpse of his soul. "
"Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense
curiosity.
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