“Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly
unexpected trouble. Go on and tell me. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. ’
‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching
her stiff fingers. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. It came to Ann Veronica one night after a long talk with Miss Miniver, as a
sudden remarkable thing, as a grotesque, novel aspect, that this slowly
elaborating biological scheme had something more than an academic interest for
herself. Perhaps I ate
something spoiled for breakfast. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except
when you went away.
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