. . She felt she had to go on. "God in Heaven!" he cried, "the floor is covered with blood. My garden-close
would be a better thing than that. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. Speak lower. She leaned a little towards him. The Mother Abbess, while thankful, could not be brought to consent to allow
the girl out of her charge alone with unknown servants, and Martha was
delegated to accompany her erstwhile nurseling to the homeland she had thought
never to see again. A glance down the passage—to see that
Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her
eyes. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford.
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