Tell him the truth, Annabel. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her
indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I
do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. ‘Ah, grandpére. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. I don't know what you have done; I don't
want to know now. Things you would laugh at. "Oh! if this is the case, do not stay an
instant. Wasn’t it—a little bit of a
scene?”
“Oh! let me see. ”
“But it is too late,” she declared. ”
Ennison laughed softly. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would
always keep hidden from her, at least human love. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued.
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