‘I must. Fortescue’s steps, and encountered him with an air of artless surprise. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?” Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause him pain. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a disagreeable preoccupation. " "I imagine I've been in a kind of trance. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. A fierce struggle ensued. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. “No, John, you won’t understand. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. Let us have no more of this humbug. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face.
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