A light was visible in the garret,
feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and
overcast. "
"And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the
Master. ”
Ann Veronica could have wept with vexation. Mere formality. Some day she wanted to be loved as Marius loved Cosette; but there was another
character which bit far more deeply into her mind. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. “It’s exactly like Troy!”
Part 5
So Ann Veronica, enterprising and a little dubious as ever, mingled with the
stream of history and wrote her Christian name upon the police-court records of
the land. You’ve
got to take what you can get. ‘I told you I could
handle her. I
shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my
casque.
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