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There was the cottage she had
inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church
she had prayed. She had decided that she would spend the next morning
answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and
so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion
under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though
temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than
embrace them. Indeed, a note of weeping broke
her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money
was a loan!”
“Loan!”
“You yourself called it a loan!”
“Euphuism. She has blue eyes, and her figure is more full. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. In vain he fondly urged his suit,
And, all in vain, the question put;
She answered,—"Mr. ”
“He imposed on me,” Annabel continued.
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