It would have been better
had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. She must not show anything. Ann Veronica’s appearance was brief and undistinguished. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the
strand. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack,
who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of
hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. And since then, he has openly
avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of
treachery.
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