Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her
sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. His face was very serious. The party resolved itself for Ann Veronica into a
game in which she manoeuvred unostentatiously and finally unsuccessfully to
avoid talking alone with this gentleman. Mr. Wood in a sharp tone. Michelle sat on her bed,
which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent
and Sweet Honesty perfume. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of
conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that
your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a
separation between you almost a necessity. She could neither
speak nor move nor cry out. Torment!
And so Ruth discovered him. Her pat answer to all inquiries was,
“I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from
staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her
bare knees. Seems as she don’t trust soldiers easy. Sir John
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