Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the
drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation. And—the idea of committees, of
hustings, of agenda-papers!”
“I don’t see why the responsibility of beauty should all be shifted on to the
women,” said Ann Veronica, suddenly remembering a part of Miss Miniver’s
discourse. ‘Do you swear it? There’s
no knowing if one can believe you. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes
borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the
poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on
tiptoe. ’
‘Well, don’t bite my head off,’ protested Mrs Sindlesham, clearly amused. He had informed her that to leave him would be
a choice to live a life of meager subsistence. How would it
serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet
troubled him. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing
to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented
a frightful resemblance to a human face.
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