Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but
noticeably. A medley of motives warred in her, and it
was certainly not one of the least of these that she knew herself to be
passionately in love with Capes; at moments she had a giddy intimation that he
was beginning to feel keenly interested in her. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time
in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little
book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. He felt that he was getting on with her very
slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. At times he seemed to be claiming
pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at
times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got
what he wanted. A small voice greeted her, hissing. She
was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant. She did not think
for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. Sheppard is, without your information, Sir.
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