Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. Put out your hand and
bid me God-speed. Some one may observe us. ’
‘So Charvill did tell him,’ Gerald said, once more staring into the hole in the
wall. Eh bien, you have now
the opportunity. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind,
that this was really the man. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. ’ She focused on Gerald’s face. "
"That sounds funny … to play it with your feet!"
McClintock laughed. “How are you feeling?” She asked. "
A moment afterwards, they quitted the house. "
"He has done too much already," answered the widow. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on
a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. ‘Moi,
je vais vous tuer!’
‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth.
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