The light would betray us. But ——” A look checked him. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. ” “Every one wants to be independent,” said Ann Veronica. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. It had been a very long time. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. Nor was this impression removed as he stole a glance at Mrs. " "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword.
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