He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. Then to the Dean's Head,
in St. “But I will! I will!”
CHAPTER THE FIFTH
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON
Part 1
Ann Veronica had an impression that she did not sleep at all that night, and at
any rate she got through an immense amount of feverish feeling and thinking. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my
dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that
he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably
vast power over her happiness. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards
he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. That last year in Paris,
when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare
to her. ”
She rested the firing end of the cannon against her
own temple.
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