‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Sebastian drew over to
her and lifted her chin from her chest. A dark mass of wreckage, over which
hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close
under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “It’s about forty pounds. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating
and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. The major’s hand stilled. A
siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. This helped to
restore Ann Veronica’s self-command. “A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse
excited whisper.
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