“Tut, tut!” he said. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Then she would write and tell her father what she
had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT
Part 1
Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and
summer came with a rush together. . It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that
became less animated and various as she grew up. She is a fortune-teller and
a vessel for man’s pleasure. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in
Annabel’s future. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not
playing with him. ‘You know?’
‘Come, come, Melusine. “It’s glorious good!”
“Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond
—do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more
below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our
arms about each other.
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