"Stir a foot, at your peril. It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake. . ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him. " The lad made no answer, but left the room. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity. The man’s passion became almost unbearable at the thought of losing her. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table.
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