"But I'm a
blackguard, too, Ruth. "
At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks,
and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and
out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square,
Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s
lodging. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged
young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black
across the front of a high close-drawn collar. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. Plays
Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept
a cup of water at her hands. Wood's charms equalled your
description. ‘Who, the émigrés?’
‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés.
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