She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. In any event, I would not have let her escape me so easily. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. . Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing.
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