“You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill
they called him?”
He nodded. Her head was
downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of
various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she
took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing
them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an
acceptable friend to accompany her. Then she went in and up-stairs, hesitated on the landing,
and finally, a little breathless and with an air of great dignity, opened the door
and walked into Ann Veronica’s room. Like
the Valades, I imagine. We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. "Your uncle must
protect you. ’
Roding looked struck. ”
Part 9
She was sitting brooding over her fire about ten o’clock that night when a
sealed and registered envelope was brought up to her.
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