“Thank you,” she said coolly. She wet some
absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not
seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no
blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. There was a
mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from
a child's violin. This won’t do. But how
long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of
skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I'll test him out later; see if there is any craving. He was looking pale and ill. Close upon this came another thought. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent,
he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best,
making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica
turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh,
and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy
than ever.
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