At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. “Fine. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. ” His voice conveyed studied moderation. Probably he will come around to-morrow and begin all over again. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day, and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression.
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