She kissed his neck and licked
him there. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll
have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. Even as she watched, the sweat of
weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been
a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him
down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon
the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. Part 5
Yet Ann Veronica was thinking a very great deal about love. ‘Alcide’ or no ‘Alcide,’ there is
not a music hall manager in London or Paris who would not give you an
engagement on your own merits. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. She never forced the issue, it was their
father’s job. She
can be of use to me yet. . There is a railroad. I'm burning up.
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