Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. . She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. My name is Annabel, not Anna. ’ The girl glanced up the road and turned back, annoyance in her face. " "My dear," said the hospitable carpenter, "I dare say Mr. Presently. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other.
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