“She will take her risk,” she answered. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’
‘Certainly I was following. And such
slight relief as I can afford should have been offered earlier, if I'd known where
you'd taken refuge after your unfortunate husband's—"
"Execution, you would say, Sir," added Mrs. Ann
Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads
from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent
muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate. “I rue the day I ever met you, Sebastianus. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. . It was John
Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young
scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with
the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not
to say heaviness. I know not who you
are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men.
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