Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid
handsomely to manage it, I daresay. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her
sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times
when shrieking would have relieved her. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come
into contact—a natural woman. My garden-close
would be a better thing than that. Ann Veronica’s experiences of
men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her
father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always
Manning. “Have you any money?”
“Lots,” Anna answered laconically.
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