She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. " Quilt, however, seemed unwilling to speak. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. . ’ Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment.
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