. "A sail?" said McClintock. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. Then a ride to London on horseback. So that the thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all the silent dinner-time that night. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. There are two ways to go in, you understand. "I am expected, I find," observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board. This was unscrupulous, he admitted, because he had no intention of following through on the seductive promise in his conduct. She would ignore him. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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