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”
Ennison looked steadily at the cigarette which he was tapping on his forefinger. What is
done cannot be undone. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. It seemed
incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only
by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream
of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya,
and all the twining beauty of the gods. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. It was a moment of
breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. I've another reason for supposing he'll pay me a visit. In those revolutionary times
one had to be prepared. Wood, at the top of her voice. “I can’t! He appears to be a most
immovable person. He was vaguely uneasy; he
knew not what about. ’
The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there
hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have
been beyond your reach. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her.
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