” Part 2 As Ann Veronica went back along the Avenue to her aunt she became aware of a light-footed pursuer running. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. " "Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. "At all events, I've not done with you. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom.
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