Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. His voice had broken. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out.
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