’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. “As my lady wills. ‘Jarvis Remenham was your mother’s father. You should go home today and get some rest. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day.
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