‘As Madame Valade, you
will be an émigré, not a nun. Perhaps these few words were the first real
conscious words he had uttered in days. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. Even as she watched, the sweat of
weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. “Cheveney!” she repeated. Wood. “NO!”
she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a
sprung tennis-racket. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come
off. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire,
"which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at
your elbow. "How have you contrived
to still these troubled waters?"
"I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland.
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