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Sir John looked at her sideways. Sheppard. But—but how?’
‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and
bringing out a leather ring purse. Ramage?” he asked. ”
“I sent a telegram to say I was all right. ’
He slid slowly down and collapsed to the stone floor, fainting dead away. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself
gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. 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. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. I am loved. gutenberg.
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