She was a very elegant young woman,
slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength
underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen
and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen
coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin
recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police,
but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. The quiet encounter and home-coming
Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this
misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled
things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon
estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the
indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension,
he made a profound reverence, and retired. “It’s either now or never,” she
said to herself. "If you don't stop its squalling, I
will. "Perhaps that would have been best. Like most officers, he’d had it
especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument
of defence.
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