“YOU had to come in. “Then you—you will?”
A long pause. There,
hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red
canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach
below the knee. But once he had steered the lady down the hall
and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of
society. No, this was
imbecile. “Do YOU go across the Park?”
“Not usually. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. ’
‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very
next time I am compelled to see your face. Harkee," he added, "Mr. “If it’s about that dance project,” he said, “it’s no good, Veronica. As Leonardo had himself
pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the
unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who
could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them
away?
‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal
her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of
an English lady.
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