The violence of the collision nearly threw him backwards, and caused him
to swerve as he sprang. Blue haze had settled beyond the
black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet
that began the night sky. ‘I’m only surprised you
have not released yourself. I
have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one
of the Squares. 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. ”
“And made you give up a political meeting,” she reminded him. Capes became rigid and adhesive.
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