She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. He looked half at her and half at the sky. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. I waited for her at the back. To—to find myself.
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