” “Mr. ” “One has theories,” said Ann Veronica, radiantly. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. You'll find the benefit of it by and by. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. They stood back together and stared at it.
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