The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily
built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. The waterman sheltered his
mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away
by the violence of the blast. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own
adventures formed the subject of the ballad. Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining
and pulling the blankets up to her chin. It might have been the moon, or the
phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal
loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the
mouth. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be
easy and colloquial:
“You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be
difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. ”
“Girls!” cried Ann Veronica.
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