Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. So that the thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all the silent dinner-time that night. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address.
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