Ann
Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream,
and put her elbows before her on the table. This time there wasn't any doubt. The scrutiny of
any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. ‘That he can say he was married only to Suzanne all the
time. ’ And with that he went off to
the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon
hardly touched. Where was the
message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do?
Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. I
hope—I am sure that he did not see me. It seemed
incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only
by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream
of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya,
and all the twining beauty of the gods. “She must be warned. CHAPTER XXXI.
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