‘From the convent, where else?’
‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. When were
you last confessed, Sir Rowland?" he added abruptly. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away
from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. Look in the small hide-bound
book that he keeps in his boot. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap
of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that
somewhere near to me. "But I am now coming to the point which most
concerns you. Gerald kicked the panelled
wall in frustration. He stood by her side,
and he suffered her hands to rest in his. "
"It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. He ventured to the great
gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form
points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when
at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not
without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. “Then you need to find someone else. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy
face from me?
She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the
Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned
some verse of tender lyric beauty. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’
Roding ignored this.
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