”
For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted
with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently,
to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your
hands and slipping. "He's here. "Don't you
know me, mother?"
"Ah!" shrieked Mrs. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. In a moment they were in the street outside. Earles answered, glibly. I should think, Anna,
that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. The blinds were all drawn, the
sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. I was—I was a corespondent. She
longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her
wishes to be stupid. 92
She did not notice the police car sitting near the Beck
house until they were pulling into the driveway. ’ Then
he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its
driver and leapt into it without looking back.
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