‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was
younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the
impression of its predecessor. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back
to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of
her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that
this particular adventure was finished. ’ A grimace crossed her face. By now the horses would be
rested and he might go as swiftly back again. What isn’t
a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery—and
go!”
“Go!” said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands. "
"Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial
room, of international reputation.
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