The mere enumeration of the obstacles that existed would have deterred any
spirit less daring than Sheppard's from even hazarding the attempt. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. 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. "Are you my son? Are you
Jack?"
"I am," replied Jack. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t
I done right?’
Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. He could remember when
women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters
I wanted. What can a girl do?
Somewhere at this point Ann Veronica’s speculations were interrupted and
turned aside by the approach of a horse and rider.
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