"Well, I won't dispute your judgment in such matters, Mr. ’
She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her
expressive features at once determined and uncertain. ”
“Couldn’t I make a treaty?”
Ann Veronica thought, and could not see any possible treaty that would leave
it open for her to have quasi-surreptitious dinners with Ramage or go on walking
round the London squares discussing Socialism with Miss Miniver toward the
small hours. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from
its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial
incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making
it too easy.
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