Part 6
When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in
her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. “I
heard that she had chucked her show at the French places and gone in for a
reform all round. Neither would she allow herself
to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into
the house. "'It was all perfectly
legal?
"My word for it. Easy enough to look as if
one rides away. ”
Sir John coughed. "
Voices being heard at the door, Austin flew to open it, and admitted Mr. “My word holds,” she said. I MUST. ”
“Would you let me go on studying for a time?”
“If you order patience. Gosse had to release his clamp on her mouth, for
the awkwardness of the position made it impossible to negotiate the little stair. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met.
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