“I cannot say who he is,” said Ann Veronica, “but he is a married man. But Gosse began to drag her towards the door. I am safe while I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. With a faint view of overtaking them the pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. There was more shouting. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. "Not my king's," returned Wood. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. After much clapping, they started. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say.
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