Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. Ann Veronica wondered what her father would do if she were to tell him the full story of her relations with Ramage. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male.
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