Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Just as he reached them, the Comte de St Erme drew Valade a
little apart and began to converse with him in rapid French. ’
‘Ah, you know about that, then?’
‘That much, yes. Take
your pick, Mrs. ”
Anna disappeared, but Ennison did not trouble either the cigarettes or the
magazines. He could lose himself for hours at a time.
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