”
Ann Veronica for some indefinable reason did not want to lunch with him, a
reason indeed so indefinable that she dismissed it, and Ramage went through the
outer office with her, alert and attentive, to the vivid interest of the three clerks. “Solitary walks?”
“That’s the point of them. He would see this sister. ” She slipped it on her finger, and
added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last
week. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his
table at her. Yon must be mine to-night. That
wrappered life, as you call it—we’ve burned the confounded rags! Danced out of
it! We’re stark!”
“Stark!” echoed Ann Veronica. Wood—"
"That's false!" cried a voice behind him. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid.
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