They thought that she was her own
mother. ’
‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. ’
‘Precisely. ‘Merely making a useful contact. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. ”
“Yes, I believe that was the name. ”
“To bad rubbish. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the
auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of
involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that
Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a
human being—not a timid female. It was you, of course, whom he wanted.
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