“An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. ‘He is not in England, you understand. ” He put his head on one side, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and looked at her over his glasses. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. They were the same. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. It wasn’t pretty.
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