Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed.
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