Anne Severn and the Fieldings

by May Sinclair

He saw, as if for the first time, what telling her would mean.

"Tell her the truth. The whole truth."

"How can I—when it's you?"

"It's because it is me that you've got to tell her. If you don't,
Jerrold, I'll tell her myself."

"All right. I'll tell her at once and get it over. I'll tell her tonight."

"No. Not tonight, while she's so tired. Wait till she's rested."

And Jerrold waited.

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ANNE, MAISIE, AND JERROLD

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