”
She assented, smiling. "
"Somebody coming?"
"Yes. Still, one never could tell. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. A native sold his supply of nuts in exchange
for cloth, tobacco and so forth. Can it ever be so good again?”
Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. "Now come along, Jack. Better check on
Remenham House, I suppose. But once he had steered the lady down the hall
and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of
society. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes. ‘Exactly like my father.
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