" "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. Still keeping ahead of his pursuers, he ran along the direct road, till the houses disappeared and he got into the open country. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. They weren’t very chummy with one another but Sheila 113 didn’t expect much from a foster daughter as long as she worked hard, very hard, to earn her keep. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning.
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