As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed
man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. I was sure
you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a
little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the
staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning
and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside
Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that
her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a
leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,”
came to Ann Veronica’s ears. At second
hand it would be unendurable. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less
than two hundred. ’
‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. He winced from the wasp-like sting. ”
“Shirts?”
“Shirts at one—and—something a dozen. Hollyhocks make one think of a bright June Sunday
and the way to church!"
"Do you suppose that young fool has done anything?"
The doctor shrugged.
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