‘You did not find Gosse,
that is seen, but—’
‘Gosse? Gosse? Who’s this here Gosse then?’
‘He is the Frenchman of whom I told you. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard. . But where in the world was the girl? A door led to
another chamber beyond. . . The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous
blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. Go and prepare for our departure. The spinsters—who on the morrow would
vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her
imagination. She crooked her finger. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster
meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a
series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of
banners. ”
The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at
that moment.
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