She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. “Which is Mr. ” An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these words. He squatted and threw his arm around the backs of her knees. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. ’ ‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say.
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