Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. No one spoke to her. “There is my aunt,” she said. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. Her impressions of this cardinal ceremony were rich and confused, complicated by a quite transitory passion that awakened no reciprocal fire for a fat curly headed cousin in black velveteen and a lace collar, who assisted as a page. Hilary started after her, but Gerald stopped him. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. They would be partners only in loneliness. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed his own between her and the door. " "No; it is only—what shall I say?—troubled.
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