Deep silences came between them. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe and pensive petrography. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. So is the chapel of All Souls at Oxford, and the great hall at Blenheim, and I don't know how many halls and chapels besides.
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