”
He looked at her gravely. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness. The prostitute’s attack
was predictable, typical. Cowering
in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck
of what she had been. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. The idea of this sudden reluctance was
elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke
quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. The house had in fact been converted into a convent,
but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed
in this part of town. He noticed the two
chairs close together. pgdp. You break into a gentleman’s residence
—’
‘I did not break in. Hist!’ he added, as he turned his head
and noticed Alderley’s glance. "
"I have no people—anybody who would care. Used to
play together, we did, all over Remenham House. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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