”
“I ought to have—all the same. ”
A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s
face. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the
screened windows. “Shit happens, John. "
So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of
the woollen-draper. "But what does he mean by calling you a wanton?
—you, my wife?"
Enschede's hand slipped from his daughter's shoulder. "Ruth!"
She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. "I hope not. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and
affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann
Veronica’s father extremely. She sensed that he was looking for her. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head
had the nebulosity of a composite photograph.
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