If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice.
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