”
But Ann Veronica was by no means sure of that until she went over to
Wamblesmith and saw her sister, very remote and domestic and authoritative, in
a becoming tea-gown, in command of Doctor Ralph’s home. "Oh, yes!—for always!"
He took her hands and pressed them upon his thrumming heart; and in this
attitude they remained for some time. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. There were no mourners. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when
asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have
allowed himself to be taken alive. . She dropped a flower—it’s in my
pocket-book now. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the
evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her
studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her
life. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of
a pistol from the other. It will hold aloof, a little undecided whether to pelt or not—”
“That depends whether we carry ourselves as though we expected pelting,”
said Ann Veronica. ’
Gerald eyed her. A few minutes later Sir John
left the room. Not about girls that I date.
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