“What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. . Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. But, feeling secure of vengeance, he determined to abide his time. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. But in his presence a wall of diffidence and timidity encompassed her. “I look older. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back.
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