‘Come, cry
a truce. But something
instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and
prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became
severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method;
she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world
seeking forgetfulness. ’
The crack in the iron front widened a little, and the general was obliged to
clamp his jaws tight against the rise of a pain too well remembered. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to
convey it into my own pocket. Montague Hill do not interest me in the least.
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