She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. Miss Stanley had determined from the outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St.
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