” “And I,” Ennison said, holding her fingers tightly, and forcing her to look into his eyes, “I will tell you what I have wished for you when we meet six months from to-day. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. By chance I went to one who had known you in Paris. Twenty guineas, mind. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate. ’ ‘Fancy my old pa thinking you was a French spy.
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