Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. "That young man had better watch his cough," said Spinster Prudence. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched.
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