“Stop! Don’t put your face there. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. During all their long comradeship he had
never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. ’
Gerald gazed at her without expression. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. ”
“It is within yours—if anybody’s,” he answered. ’
‘That has put “only Gerald” very firmly in his place,’ mourned Gerald. “NOW!” said Ann Veronica. Though not much passed the middle
term of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable.
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