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Kilroy's strong point, but he was good at anecdotes, and now he racked his brains for something new to tell her.
Kilroy bore this infliction also; but when she brought a cookery book and insisted on reading the recipes aloud, he went to bed in self-defence. If the first and second days at home were failures so far as Mr. Kilroy's comfort was concerned, the third was as bad, if not worse.
The result of Mr. Kilroy's observation was an effort to take her out of herself. He began by asking her to play to him. Not very graciously, she got out a violin, remarking that she was sorry it was not her best one. "Where is your best one?" he asked. "It is not at home," she answered. "I left it with Israfil, my fair-haired friend, you know."
"But a mercenary arum lily! what an anomaly! I will give you a hundred pounds to buy dolls, if you will go back with me next week." Angelica appeared to reflect. "I will take fifty, thank you, and stay where I am," she answered with decision. Mr. Kilroy's countenance fell. "If you will not come back with me, you shall not have any," he said, with equal firmness.
Mr, Kilroy's pride and affection made him nicely observant of any change in Angelica, but still he was at a loss to understand this new freak, and her manner alarmed him. "I am afraid you are not well," he said anxiously.
The iniquitous injustice and cruelty of it all made her sick and sorry for men, and reluctant to believe it. A few days after Mrs. Kilroy's visit, Mrs. Carne called on Beth. Mrs. Carne always followed the county people. To her they were a sacred set. Her faith in all they did was touching and sincere.
Kilroy's face, into which she gazed intently as she drew her bow across the strings, testing them as to whether they were in tune or not, and seeming rather to listen than to look, as she did so. Mr.
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