Wood, contemptuously. 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. They came from every part, from the pit,
the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled
before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if
the prison had tumbled about his ears. The knowledge breathed
into her heart a satisfying warmth.
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