Mr. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. "Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she
declared lightly. Ah!"
he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!"
He touched it, and the door flew open. She took it for granted Ann
Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the
matter. ”
He slipped off the horse. She finished the olive and looked up. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his
countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a
more favourable opportunity. The eminent painter had handsome,
expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is
Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. I had left Paris. .
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