"May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his
hand menacingly at him. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face,
and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a
sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not
recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind,
the word “meretricious. Make no
promises on a night where I have burdened you with such
awful knowledge. ’
The lady opened her eyes very wide indeed. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. "
"Will you be taking a pole-chair?"
"If that's the racket. Always at your service. “You need have no further
trouble. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. ”
“May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my
errand here this evening?”
Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp.
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