Didn’t you feel rather
EVENTFUL—in the train—coming up to Waterloo?”
Part 6
Before Christmas Ann Veronica had gone to Ramage again and accepted this
offer she had at first declined. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. "
"Give me an acquittance," said Trenchard. . ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. She launched into a stuffy Partita
89
and played it too fast. Half a minute, Vee. Over here, there was
generally some unusual twist to a case. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance
rushed to mind with painful distinctness. Her complexion was wan and faded,
except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour
more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her
cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Then a roar of hisses. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and
petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute.
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