There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. ‘Come, cry a truce. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. Fathers are abandoning their own children at the first sign of fever or buboes, Gianfrancesco! Priests have abandoned their churches. She had reason enough to be grateful to Prudence Sindlesham and it was not fair that this horrible feeling of loneliness should be made known to her. But about the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied.
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