“If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would
understand. But I'll not believe it of you. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. There’s no
family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material
convenience hold families together after adolescence. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied
and heavy-eyed. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous
earnestness of his expression. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. The
third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned
table. Do you
want me to say anything to him?\"
As she suspected, John was connected to everybody. McClintock could
not browbeat him, storm as he might. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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