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’ He called through the library door. The air was crisp and dry. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth. Stanley had never thought out. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. 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. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. ‘You see, it’s difficult to do a service for someone when you don’t know who they are, or what they’re up to.
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