"You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. You are the High Priestess of Life. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing. ” “Every one wants to be independent,” said Ann Veronica. He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. You're in luck to-night, widow. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door.
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