" "I thought as much," sneered Mrs. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried. ” Ann Veronica felt a slight embarrassment. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Ann Veronica was carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. That is not reasonable. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together.
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