“Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. Gianfrancesco took her that night gently, for which she was glad. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. “Please forgive me, Lucy. No matter. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry.
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