It’s a
thing that’s happened to you. James’ Park?”
Anna nodded, and made a careful selection from a dish of quails. They must have a key. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a
little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the
staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning
and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside
Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that
her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a
leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,”
came to Ann Veronica’s ears. “Mary! What’s going on! Why are you crying?!” He
commanded an answer in a worried and slightly irritated
tone. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t
it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my
lost youth. For a time
he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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