Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. People ran out of their shops to join the pursuit; and, by the time Wild had got into Field-lane, he had a troop of fifty persons at his heels —all eager to assist in the capture. " "Hum!" "Have you any reason to suppose he survived the accident?" inquired Thames eagerly. Did he talk a little when you took him into the city?" "No. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. Let us pass, Sir.
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