Anna was more difficult. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you deal. You will be—my wife. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. Until she had left her island, what she heard and what she saw were truths. Mr. ‘Oh, mon dieu. Wood the carpenter.
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