” “Why?” asked Hetty. “Go to London,” said Ann Veronica. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. And what a noise they made! This is how I used to call them. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat. Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. " "And so this is my reward for having made you the tip-top cracksman you are," muttered Blueskin;—"to be turned off at a moment's notice, because I silenced a noisy woman. ‘I think that was what began his downfall. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh.
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