The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. You two
can talk in Lucy and Shar’s room for a few minutes. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Shortly a man descended laboriously. “Marriage and mothering,” said Ann Veronica, with her mind crystallizing out
again as the lark dropped to the nest in the turf. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large
ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying,
“You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. "
"Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but
your best. There was no such a thing as
perfection in a mixed world. But I do hope, Vee, I do
hope—this is the end of these adventures.
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