She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. Then for a time she sat very still. ” She appraised him. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. He would be so disappointed. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. Now, he must have folks somewhere. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. " "No fear of that," laughed Kneebone.
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