“Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and there were still the remains of great beauty about her. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about. The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for the cart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, as the walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemed prudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. “Of course!” he said.
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