On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. He even hugged
her a few times, something he had never done. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. The first of these, whom he addressed as Mr. ”
Chapter XXXII
SIX MONTHS AFTER
Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came
Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her
cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Mr. “I thought that I heard a groan,” Anna whispered.
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