She was going to him
soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms. As a dog eats grass. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there?
They were kind to you, the nuns?’
‘Oh, but yes. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. She wanted to cry out
upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. "In this pit," he added,
pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. I shall always be kind to him; I sha'n't bait him. “I’m sorry.
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