Wood. If
she could not marry him, she would not marry any one. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and
again at stoplights. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. So he shut his eyes. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. ”
“I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our
lot. "
"Well, Sir, his name?"
"Jonathan Wild.
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