” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. . "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. ” The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at that moment. He squinted and a disgusted look came over him. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. But behind these things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know nothing. Words were given with their original meaning, without their ramifications.
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