Won’t
you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?”
He was obviously in earnest. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little
excitement. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was
saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would
be different. He often
wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them
staring at the scenery in silence for hours. ’
‘I’m coming to that. “She can’t. Tol-de-rol!"
As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang
through the aperture. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply
and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she
could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs
settled—if she can settle them. He was in a curious state of
desperation. I dare say anything seemed better to her
than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. Anna hailed a bus. Probably his first
serious bout with John Barleycorn.
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