‘Jacques!’
She got no further, for Kimble came towards her, speaking fast and low. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the
correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly
gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. I say,
I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock.
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