Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. "
"Afraid?"
"Yes. "
There was a pause. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern,
and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the
appearance of Mrs. ”
“I don’t care how we meet,” she said. “Come right in,” he
hissed under his breath, with the true conspirator’s note, closed the door very
softly and pointed, “Through there!”
By the meagre light of a gas lamp she perceived a cobbled yard with four
large furniture vans standing with horses and lamps alight. The latter seemed inclined to advance
and address the former; but suddenly changing his mind, he shouted to his
companion in tones familiar to the stranger's ear; and, striking spurs into his
steed, dashed off at full speed along the Edgeware Road. “I suppose a girl MUST be underpaid and sweated,” said Ann Veronica.
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