That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. “You Mr. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. Ennison, who had been standing with his back to the window, came suddenly a little further into the room.
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