I want you to be my
wife. “But I will! I will!”
CHAPTER THE FIFTH
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON
Part 1
Ann Veronica had an impression that she did not sleep at all that night, and at
any rate she got through an immense amount of feverish feeling and thinking. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of
warmth. I
was the last on board. "A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head. Just then—I was nervous. . He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her
hands, pushing her away. No, no! Not
now!"
Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda
steps, and vanished within. "I will struggle
no longer with destiny. And you know all about that
shot. "
"And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you there's no one
—not even his mother—whom he loves so well as you. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. ”
“No doubt.
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