"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. ” “But—This bolt from the blue! My God! Ann Veronica, you don’t understand. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. ” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. U. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts. ” “I suppose all IS well that ends well. ” “Out with it, then,” he cried, almost roughly. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes.
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