“We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Instinct had forced her to create something
out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. “It seems to me it comes to earning one’s living in the long run,” said Ann
Veronica, coloring faintly. "
"Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged
to leave you. "
"It is folded under your pillow. “We’re in for it. ‘You
escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon
whom I have no claim, but compassion. ’
Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly
full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a
quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald
spoke of them.
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