‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender
would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and
rushed into the night. I wish”—
she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have
quarrelled. How I wish I
might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the
time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive,
as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. And they could
talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention
hitch. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it
was pounding her chest. That handsome, finely drawn face
belonged to a soul with clean ideals.
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