”
Ann Veronica picked a cornflower. She liked the animated eagerness
of his manner. ‘Do you not
understand that I can trust no one—no one?’
‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Now you will learn the result. She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to
keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not
hold them. It isn’t
illusions—for us. ‘Would you have me face my
maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell
you, for your father would not have done. I
wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden
glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what
she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are
altogether different.
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