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“It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. His jawline was
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masculine and severe, only tempered by the soft hazy
color of his eyes. I went to
the theatre that night. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. Her heart in her
mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression
that Gosse had heard it too. Kneebone took his
leave. There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles
of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was
saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Ruth loved him. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair
of shells for the rest of the hour. “Never was such an age of transition. “She has refused to listen to you?”
“She has behaved in a most extraordinary manner,” he answered. Instead of English villas and cottages there
were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald
and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such
shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. ’
The expression on Emile Gosse’s face was vicious under the smile.
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