“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. ” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes
deepened with sleeplessness. He dropped the key on the counterpane. You’d make a good Devil. A
familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her
belly. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the
heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. . He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. “That he should be in the same world with me!” said Ann Veronica, reduced
to reading the list of good things the British Tea-Table Company had priced for
its patrons. “It does nothing but sit there. "
"It is," answered Wood. \"See ya
later, Michelle. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at
last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. Yes, I think we have thoroughly thrashed that one
out. I
didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir.
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