Part 2 Now, while Ann Veronica was taking these soundings in the industrial sea, and measuring herself against the world as it is, she was also making extensive explorations among the ideas and attitudes of a number of human beings who seemed to be largely concerned with the world as it ought to be. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. A pane of glass was shivered by each stone. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. London, Paris, Rome! There were no hotel labels on the patient's trunk, but there were ship labels; and by these she was able to reconstruct the journey: from New York to Naples, thence to Alexandria; from Port Saïd to Colombo; from Colombo to Bombay; from Calcutta to Rangoon, thence down to Singapore; from Singapore to Hong-Kong. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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