The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. "Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames.
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