With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to his rescue. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully, with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to discuss a point. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. The thought had not even occurred to him. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect.
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