She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like
a knife. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was
Nicholas’s wife, of course. Books were always sliding
and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping
off a tryst?” He observed. "If you thought that, why did you give me this
job?"—his voice faint and thick. It was so difficult to put precisely. “There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. The tourist season would soon be at ebb,
and it would be late in September before the tide returned. " It was
only a shade better than the Stone Hold. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a
little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the
staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning
and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside
Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that
her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a
leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,”
came to Ann Veronica’s ears.
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