” Part 3 When Ann Veronica found herself in her father’s study that evening it seemed to her for a moment as though all the events of the past six months had been a dream. "Miss Thornhill's a charming girl. This isn’t the place. It seems to me very silly. . " There was a pause. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to send?” “I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains.
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