‘Would you have me face my
maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell
you, for your father would not have done. “I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—”
He disregarded her entirely. When Ann
Veronica got it she had at first a wild, fantastic idea that it contained a tip. I felt his heart. "
"My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that
were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much
more expression than they could carry. Ann Veronica took off her jacket and sat down in the corner chair, and leaned
forward to look into the great hazy warm brown cavity of the house, and
Ramage placed his chair to sit beside her and near her, facing the stage.
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