“Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. “I came directly I was disengaged,” Anna answered. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. Lucy ate without passion. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. “I think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress.
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