Part 2 They had their explanations the next evening, but they were explanations in quite other terms than Ann Veronica had anticipated, quite other and much more startling and illuminating terms. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. When Gianfrancesco came to call this time, she was excited and ready. ” “I am delighted to see you all here,” Anna said smiling upon them from behind the tea-tray, “but I shall have to ask you to excuse me for a few minutes. ” Ann Veronica was doing her best to follow him. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots.
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