But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. " "No," cried the lady, "this room—I recollect—it has a back window. “They would spoil every chance. ” “Right!” he said, and hesitated, and then got up and went into the preparationroom. " "Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica.
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