”
Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss
Miniver discoursed. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own
buckled sword-belt. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. It was empty. They went on talking
in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he
listened and pretended to read the Times. While the strife
raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied
in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they
had lashed together, stationary. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. I'm in a funk," Spurlock confessed. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real.
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