She had
just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked
command halted her. ’ But I
made sure it was you. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a
raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. Remember what the conjuror said. “LOOKS all right,” said Ann Veronica, regarding him with her head first on
one side and then on the other, and trying to be agreeable. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. She tipped his mouth towards her
own and kissed him. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston
College for you, you know, with your violin and all. I merely mention these
circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. But then, because my papa had no money,
you understand, he sent me to a convent. The manager tells me that you
are an American. "
The Wastrel laughed. "
Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never
anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or
did.
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