She had denied it with vigor,
and here she was!
She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her
insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?”
She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. ’
The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at
her side. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept
a cup of water at her hands. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. She pulled her
chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. He stood still, almost breathless. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to
enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on
through the rooms. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. ’
Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. “Better state of mind,” she gasped. ’.
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