He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. It is better that you go away now, I think. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. ” “It is for your good—your good only I am thinking,” he declared. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. She stared.
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