She sat on the edge of the bed
overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. “It was fine and brave of you. ‘Though we might
have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. Wild
on his guard against an assassin. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our
situation. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen
countenance looked gloomier than usual. Part 7
“And what are you doing here, young lady,” he said, looking up at her face,
“wandering alone so far from home?”
“I like long walks,” said Ann Veronica, looking down on him. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of
herself in his eyes. .
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