We were worried. ” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes. “You need not be alarmed,” he said. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. It was now a quarter past twelve. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. They have no ideas what to do with us. Gosse! Dieu du ciel, but how did he get into the convent? She had perforce to obey his command, for speech was impossible. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags.
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