"As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. ” “The truth!” There was a brief but intense silence. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. All its better points were improved, while the less attractive ones (and they were few in comparison) were subdued, or removed. "Because—because I'm always distrustful of a priest," rejoined Jonathan. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. Tell him the truth, Annabel.
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