"Still, she'd never find life monotonous, whatever else. He'd probably beat
her and drag her round by the hair when he was in a rage. But he'd know how
to play the lover, my dear--don't make any mistake about that!"
"I may be old-fashioned," said Ann demurely. "But I don't think I feel
particularly attracted by the prospect of being beaten and dragged around
by the hair."
Lady Susan's dark eyes twinkled.
"All the same, I don't fancy Brett will allow a little prejudice like that
to stand in his way. If I know my nephew--and I think I do--he won't meekly
accept his _conge_ and run away and play like a good little boy."
"Oh, I think he quite understands," replied Ann a trifle breathlessly.
Lady Susan shook her head.
"My dear," she said, "Brett is delightful, and I'm ridiculously fond of
him. But I'm bound to admit that he hasn't any principles whatever. And he
never understands anything he doesn't want to."
CHAPTER XXI
THE RETURN
The October sunshine slanted across Berrier Cove, flinging a broad ribbon
of light athwart the water and over the wet, shining sands left bare by the
outgoing tide. Its furthermost point reached almost to Ann's feet, where
she sat in a crook of the rocks, resting after a five-mile tramp along the
shore before she tackled the steep climb up to the Cottage.
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