Then
one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,”
and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the
words penetrated to her understanding. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going
out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. His subconscious sensed the
unnaturalness of it and recoiled. Their conversation degenerated again and again
into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. ”
“Yes, it is. He could neither stifle nor
deaden that. ”
“Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the
cell. "
As Ben spoke, they drew near the opposing parties. You must come and tell me
all about it, although I am not sure whether we shall forgive you for not having
written to any of us.
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