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Arrived in Paris she remembered that she had not the money for a fiacre. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly,
and said, in a deep, arch voice:
“Talking of love again; spring again, love again. He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at
being disturbed. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. She could feel her face turning beet red. " And he led the way to an inner room, in
the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. She had been carrying
them, he assumed, but then again the school had some
particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. ”
“I suppose we ARE more free than we were?” said Ann Veronica, keeping the
question general. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. ”
Anna nodded. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. The unpleasant oily
chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in
horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder
like a sack of flour.
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