There were moments when Ann Veronica rather more than suspected the chief speakers to be, as school-boys say, showing off at her. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. Our ideal had fallen. ” She said, rubbing Lucy’s back.
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