And when she took and married that Mr Charvill, we didn’t think to see her at Remenham House no more. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. He carried a small bag. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. Seen down the length of the laboratory, Manning looked a very handsome and shapely gentleman indeed, and, at the sight of his eager advance to his fiancee, Miss Klegg replaced one long-cherished romance about Ann Veronica by one more normal and simple. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench.
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