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. That is why they are permitted
to rush in where angels fear to tread—and survive their daring! This supreme
protection, this unwritten warranty to disregard all laws, occult or apparent,
divine or earthly, may be attributed to the fact that none but young fools dream
gloriously. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I
might walk with you to your railway station. She
went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. This was in Texas. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy;
he let out a sigh. “You’re wanted for questioning, miss. She touched it, and her gaze
lifted. ’
Gerald eyed her. She was very excited. The
whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the
walls.
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