7. Wood could stand it no longer. Ann
Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads
from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent
muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. "
"It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon
whom I have no claim, but compassion. Kneebone," she
added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will
do as he pleases. ’
You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. ” She distantly
remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic
trance, when her father had told her God was punishing
sinners in Hell. His next
occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints.
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