” “It is very beautiful,” said Ann Veronica in a low tone. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. ‘But you are idiot. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. “I wonder if it is. I see that compromise is more necessary to life than I ignorantly supposed it to be, and I have been trying to get Lord Morley’s book on that subject, but it does not appear to be available in the prison library, and the chaplain seems to regard him as an undesirable writer. You go cheer him up. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise.
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