Lucy looked at the stains on
the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed
to her core. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly,
and said, in a deep, arch voice:
“Talking of love again; spring again, love again. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night,
“or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. “Grail!” said Ann Veronica, and then: “Oh, yes—of course! Anything but a
holy one, I’m afraid. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the
preceding division of this history. "But, pardon my
intrusion. Oh, I
think I understand, Annabel. "
"Faix, then we'll do it in style," cried the fellow. If he got her outside,
surely the soldiers would see her and intervene. If this idiotic marriage is
binding then I will be her friend.
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