One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise. Do sit down, dear boy. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. ‘My wife would say she is English a little. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. It is like some accident.
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