"That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. Through her door curtain she could see the light
from the study lamp. Seems as she don’t trust soldiers easy. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. "I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant
to be related of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and his
residence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, these marvellous
tales. Mr. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid
handsomely to manage it, I daresay. Then
one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,”
and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the
words penetrated to her understanding.
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