For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. She felt flattered. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. It isn’t. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. “Well, hello there. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips.
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