A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and
affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann
Veronica’s father extremely. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates
the place. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all
the rest of it. Think! You could not have done it. "
"What is it?"
"That you give 'em to me. E. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you
deal. The villagers were thronging to church. It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern.
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