She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish. Sometimes I try to talk. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. So presently they got into a hansom together, and Ann Veronica sat back feeling very luxurious and pleasant, and looked at the light and stir and misty glitter of the street traffic from under slightly drooping eyelids, while Ramage sat closer to her than he need have done, and glanced ever and again at her face, and made to speak and said nothing. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something. John sat with his parents who arrived bubbling with excitement, bragging to everyone about Lucy’s first performance for them exclusively.
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