The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. "Souls," she answered, drily. " "And me," insinuated Mrs. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ” Some one hidden from Ann Veronica appeared to be marshalling the assembly. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. “Those young men startled me at first, because they knew my name. ” He stood still, looking at her. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. It would be swindling. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house.
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