For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. . The light was poor, so that she saw their gleaming faces dimly and indistinctly. . I am not prying for my own amusement. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. 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 wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered.
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