“And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. ‘You will take the place of André?’ ‘Exactly so. And it’s gorgeous!” “Glorious!” said Ann Veronica.
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