"Yes!"
"Then it"s all right. You deserve it!"
"Deserve it?"
"Deserve to marry a girl like me. I was worried about it, but now I see that it"s the only punishment bad enough for you!" She raised her arm.
"Here"s the dead past, Jimmy! Go and bury it! Good-night!"
A small book fell squashily at Jimmy"s feet. He regarded it dully for a moment. Then, with a wild yell which penetrated even to Mr.
Pett"s bedroom and woke that sufferer just as he was dropping off to sleep for the third time that night he bounded for the gallery stairs.
At the further end of the gallery a musical laugh sounded, and a door closed. Ann had gone.