‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm
you when you heard of it. I'll have a
peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. It was
warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid
streets. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance
coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running
from his cut hand. The entrance of the house
85
was grand, and upon entering she was immediately
greeted by John’s mother, a tall, thin woman quite a few
years older than Cathy Beck. Both husband
and wife affected an unnatural ease of manner for the benefit of the efficient
parlor-maid, who was putting the finishing touches to the sideboard
arrangements.
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