“I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s
sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. “All right?” he asked. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and
out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square,
Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s
lodging.
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