’ She counted off on her fingers. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. How many nuns were there in England who might have occasion to spy on Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom? The presence of the French refugees took on greater significance. ” “I thought I explained—” “Come home!” Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. She continued to fan herself. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. Basically a kindly man but made cynical and derisive by sordid contacts, O'Higgins had almost forgotten that there was such a thing as unselfishness. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise.
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