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“Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. He still wore his
hat, to show that the days of miracles and Christ being civil to sinners are over
forever. Ann Veronica loved beautiful things, and the beauty of undraped loveliness
not least among them; but these were pictures that did but insist coarsely upon
the roundness of women’s bodies. Hill closed his eyes. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. ”
“Please tell me why?” she asked. She speedily reached
her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. Remember that. At the back of the house, on a
bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. But the offences I have committed are
venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father.
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