” He pushed her a dozen yards along the greasy pavement with flat, well-trained hands that there seemed to be no opposing. He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. Rank ingratitude, I call it. . Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. Ann Veronica realized that she was alone with the world. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. ” Sir John seated himself deliberately. ” “But—This bolt from the blue! My God! Ann Veronica, you don’t understand.
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