Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist,
then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. "
Mrs. She did not remember him, but he
said that he had introduced himself to her when she was
visiting the butcher's family. There were white men with
families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. ”
“You what?” she repeated incredulously. The tears were streaming down her face, her
voice was thick with sobs. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. I am so
amazed to see you here. She slipped silently inside the door as he went inside a
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putrid little bathroom to urinate. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until
high up in the twenties. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them
both unemotional. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the
words of the poet,
—The growth untried
Of that wide gap—
we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company.
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