Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. . Part 2 Ann Veronica Stanley was twenty-one and a half years old. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers.
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