I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her
from Mayfair. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for
that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where
the meeting had been appointed. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face,
and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a
sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not
recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind,
the word “meretricious. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this
vanished in the reality. The whole affair interested him deeply. She had come to despise those who were fertile
out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. I AM an abandoned female. Her faithful servant struggled, with her assistance, to rise. I hope this is all. You are—or rather you were——” he corrected
himself with an unpleasant little laugh, “Miss Pellissier, eh?”
A little sensation followed upon his words. Ramage, that iron-gray
man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray,
astride of a black horse.
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