"And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my
mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute
Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. And yet—I love you. She
fell into another slumber, one which was more like a
blackout. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the
cell. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. “But it’s a long business. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon
shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. ’
‘Oui, mais—safe. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour!
She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. ’ Very likely
they would give——”
“I should be satisfied with the sum you mention,” Anna said quietly, “but there
are difficulties. For days I have been undecided as to
whether I would come to you or no. "I can't see him. ”
“How much longer can you stay here?”
“I was hoping to graduate this time.
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