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He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. The doctor's lessons, perhaps delivered with too much serious emphasis, had destroyed that buoyant confidence in her ability to take care of herself. Happy Birthday, then. “I did not,” Anna answered. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. It shall be your wedding ring. She could not say a word, much less move. If she wanted men to battle beasts in combat, a festival arose for them to battle for her.
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