They don’t now. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe. You’re splendid stuff, you know, but you’ve got nothing ready to sell. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris. ‘Kill him? Oh. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where the meeting had been appointed. Michelle stood perplexed. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. Wood. I got myself locked up to cool off. Except for one memorable school excursion to Paris, Ann Veronica had never yet been outside England.
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