Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction to you—” He held out his hands, and she also stood up. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. “And all the rest of it perhaps is a song. I have worn it for weeks and weeks. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. “I think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress. ‘I’ll make it, miss.
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