Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you.
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