That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself
violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure!
And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. Sheppard is one, no
doubt," observed Mrs. “You told me that in the Zoological Gardens. Why ever did you let me get into that wagonette?”
“I thought we had to,” said Ann Veronica, who had also been a little under the
compulsion of the marshals of the occasion. ’
‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I
am hardly likely to succeed. CHAPTER XXI
McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape
of an oyster. “Yes?”
“You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked
about how a girl might get an independent living. The coconut plantation covered the west side. ‘I am
sorry to hear of your misfortunes.
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