”
Ann Veronica hesitated, and then stood in the open doorway and regarded her
father’s stern presence. Perhaps in two or three weeks. Oh, what’s his name? It’s
on the tip of my tongue. By and by he ventured to peer into this window. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to
which they would draw her,” she said. She
wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white
tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but
had to dress as a boy to do it. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. ‘She would say, espéce de diable, this
Melusine. He fell back upon the pillows with a little
moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. I
almost wish we hadn't come. And Ramage too—about Ramage there would always be that air of
avidity, that air of knowledge and inquiry, the mixture of things in his talk that
were rather good with things that were rather poor. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little
Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of
paper. Does this not disturb you?”
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“Of course it disturbs me. Above her head
was an aura of white fire.
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