But now Ann Veronica knew what was the matter with her. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. He gave an order, the proa was floated and the sail run up. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. You've caught the colour and the life. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his customary vigilance.
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