Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. He stirred
continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. ’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as
her cavalier was almost at the front door. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. It is
magnificent indeed. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. She saw her
discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. ‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’
asked Roding. ”
Ann Veronica agreed, and tried to make the manner of her assent cover a
possible knowledge of a probable poem.
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