‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all. So that the thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all the silent dinner-time that night. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. It was eleven o'clock. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. But, say we're friends. "Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. CHAPTER XIV.
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