126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. Ennison,” he said, “it is for you to cut in at Lady Angela’s table. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. She found herself in a phase of violent reaction against the suffrage movement, a phase greatly promoted by one of those unreasonable objections people of Ann Veronica’s temperament take at times—to the girl in the next cell to her own. ’ ‘But you must. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore.
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