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Do you think she does?” Ann Veronica picked among her salad with a judicial expression of face. Wood. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. Here was the corner-stone of a capital story; but he knew that Howard Spurlock would never write it. Her old nurse’s hands returned the pressure. It was his belief that the French had enough troubles of their own in these difficult times without bothering to nose out British business. ” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. Sometimes I tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing through life without a single glimpse, a moment’s revelation of this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the mystery of primaeval nature. ” The man’s face was dark with passion. “You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters.
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