There was enough contra-light to
render her ethereal. "I shall value it highly, and will
promise never to part with it. Their
conversation became stilted. But I must—I ought—”
“I MUST talk about this. So long. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. You
can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. ”
Anna wheeled an easy chair to the fire. Then she sat watching the play,
sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander
to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge
of the table. There was a third lady among the younger set.
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