Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. I tried. But he might have
broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. He was and always would be dramatizing his
emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary
self. Sheppard, smiling through her tears. ”
“Thank you,” Anna answered. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a
little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the
staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning
and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside
Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that
her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a
leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,”
came to Ann Veronica’s ears. She liked the animated eagerness
of his manner. “You have not feeling enough. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. To the point however. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked
cheerfully. Sheppard: "but avoid
that man as you would a serpent.
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