”
Ann Veronica meditated over that phrase. Forgive my
daring. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that
men will keep you, more or less. "
"Where did you get it?" inquired Thames. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term
for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. "
So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow,
proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted,
crackled within the rusty grate. The fact that it was her trusted
friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an
insignificant thing in her mind. ‘Hang it all, Mrs Sindlesham is right! You are two of a kind. I had that coming. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. “Yes. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide,
uncomfortable pause.
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