Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. The man’s hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand.
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