Nothing to
check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the
limitations of their imaginations. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. Then he had gone away. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed
her. Vaguely she heard the distinctive
sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring
in her ears.
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