He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Stopping before each door, they took up the plates of the locks, examined the ponderous bolts, and were struck with the utmost astonishment at what they beheld. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. Ann Veronica had come down thinking of nothing in the world but her inflexible resolution to go to the dance in the teeth of all opposition. They are not your flowers. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed.
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