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Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly
full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a
quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald
spoke of them. The quiet encounter and home-coming
Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this
misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled
things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon
estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the
indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. “Tut, tut!” he said. "
This sally occasioned a general laugh. ’
‘It is you who will get the head blown off,’ threatened the young lady fiercely. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after
you played the violin for them. She took some shirts, underwear, shoes, a duffel bag, and
his wallet to make it look like he had gone a-traveling. They troubled no one, and as long as they did not noise themselves
abroad and make a nuisance of themselves in this Protestant country, no one
troubled them. Only a son’s another story.
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