But you must not
imagine me wrapped in melancholy. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. “The Widgetts,” she said. Will you lend me the money
for my ticket to London?”
“With all the pleasure in the world,” he answered heartily. Sheppard, who had again looked
round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came
into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. He
looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes
narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly,
and jet black. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann
Veronica. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his
chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. ”
She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. Your attitude to
me—”
He fell into a brown study. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried,
ushering him deeper into the house.
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