It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. . All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. “These are the playgrounds of life. Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. And who is the man you are not allowed to marry? Valade, perhaps?’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up. It is Thérèse. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.
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