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Annalise had rushed away to her attic after flinging her defiance at him, her spirit ready to dare anything but her body too small, she felt, to risk staying within reach of a man who looked more like somebody who meant to shake her than any one she had ever seen. Fritzing mopped his forehead, and mopped and mopped again.
"It wouldn't only kill him it would be simply too dreadful besides," said Priscilla, greatly distressed. "Why, he asked me this afternoon wasn't going to tell you, but you force me to he asked me this very afternoon to marry him, and the dreadful part is that I'm afraid he thinks he hopes that I'm going to." The only inhabitant of Creeper Cottage who slept that night was Annalise.
He pondered over it long in dejected musings, the fighting tendency gone out of him completely for the time, so dark was his spirit with the shadows of the future. They had borrowed the wages it was a dreadful moment for that day's cook from Annalise.
Fritzing's mind, she feared, that large, enlightened mind on whose breadth and serenity she had gazed admiringly ever since she could remember gazing at all, was shrinking to dimensions that would presently exactly match the dimensions of Creeper Cottage. She went upstairs disheartened and tired, and dropping down full length on her sofa desired Annalise to wash her face.
Indeed I am not sure that it was not the very lacquey Annalise had loved most and had intended to marry herself. In this story at least, the claims of poetic justice shall be strictly attended to; and Annalise had sniffed outrageously at Emma. As for the Countess Disthal, she married the doctor and was sorry ever afterwards; but her sorrow was as nothing compared with his.
Her morning in the Baker fields and by the banks of that part of the Sym that meanders through them had tuned her mind to meditation. The food at one o'clock and the manner of its bringing in by Annalise Priscilla had relieved Mrs. Pearce of that office tuned it still more.
"I will not go to the pump." "You refuse to prepare the bath?" "I will not go to the pump." "You refuse to prepare the tea?" "I will not be a cook." "You are rankly rebellious?" "I will not sleep in the attic." "What!" "I will not eat the food." "What!" "I will not do the work." "What!" "I will go." "Go?" "Go," repeated Annalise, stamping her foot.
And he went out, and standing in the back yard beneath Annalise's window softly called to her. "Fräulein," called Fritzing, softly as a dove wooing its mate. "Aha," thought Annalise, sitting on her bed, quick to mark the change; but she did not move. "Fräulein," called Fritzing again; and it was hardly a call so much as a melodious murmur. Annalise did not move, but she grinned.
Priscilla flushed, for since Tussie left after tea she had had grievous surprises, of a kind that made her first indignant and then inclined to wince. Fritzing had not been able to hide from her that Annalise had rebelled and refused to cook, and Priscilla had not been able to follow her immediate impulse and dismiss her. It was at this point, when she realized this, that the wincing began.
Don't let me find you forgetting that," she added, frowning at the girl; for she remembered they had been seen talking eagerly together at the children's treat. "I never" began Robin. "Will you go?" Annalise opened the door for him. He went out, and she shut it behind him.
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