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And she would have rushed to him, if she
had not been forcibly withheld by her son. Part 4
At eight that evening Miss Stanley tapped at Ann Veronica’s bedroom door. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half
over London, she never admitted it. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew
such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their
simplicity. ’
A radiant smile dawned. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love
stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother
might have cuddled a child. There were swift actions,
too: a Kanaka crawled out upon the bowsprit to make taut a slack stay, while two
others with pulley-blocks swarmed aloft. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. He knew not how to act, urged as
he was in two directions.
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