Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in
Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. She could run away from him, if she wished, as
she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. You see,
the trouble is that the matter is in dispute. I begin to
understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all
the rest of it. They cleaned up the mess as best
they could and she went home with him docilely. I don't know; I
really don't know," she found herself repeating. “I know. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. At
length, I shall ascertain my name. He
is delightful, is he not?’
‘That will do, Lucilla. Thames sat with Winifred's hand clasped in his own, and commenced a recital of
his adventures, which may be briefly told. ”
Ann Veronica’s mind was filled with confused unutterable replies. Of course, he
had no idea who I was.
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