“You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. "Mr. . ” And Ann Veronica’s face was hot. It comes to this—am I to be trusted to take care of myself, or am I not?” “To judge from this proposal of yours, I should say not. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. " "My negligence, Mr. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. You see me here, an admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my life. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish.
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