Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. I have recently made your sister’s acquaintance, and in the course of conversation I understood from her that her Christian name was Anna. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. ” “But waive that point. ‘Some ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming.
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