‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. ” “I don’t care if it does,” said Ann Veronica. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Playing became a way of escape. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before.
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