As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. ‘Jacques, do not go!’ Jack gazed steadfastly at the floor. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised.
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