And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. Gerald’s breath caught. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her.
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