We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. I am going up to dine with my sister. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. And then suddenly—a relief. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. That was something in his favour. But you had better know the truth to start with. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. “You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him except—concerning those things which are past?” “Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. "The Dawn Pearl," he said.
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