She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. I
completed it according to the directions, you see, and it
was a beautiful machine, a triangle sort of, with a steering
column I built out of an old wheelbarrow and a hubcap. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door
in silence. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. ’
‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this
interchange open-mouthed. (Fifteen pounds! And she wanted forty!)
Part 4
It was, perhaps, the natural consequence of a long and tiring and exciting day
that Ann Veronica should pass a broken and distressful night, a night in which
the noble and self-subduing resolutions of Canongate displayed themselves for
the first time in an atmosphere of almost lurid dismay. ’
‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she
snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger.
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