But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Together they crept through the erstwhile drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. He was staring at her, openly gaping. . So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. He has got five minutes' start of you. ” And thus it was that as Ann Veronica neared the gates of home, she said to herself: “I’ll have it out with him somehow.
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