" "What do you mean, Sir?" asked Trenchard. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. " "Don't say so," cried Mrs. John finally wrested her away from the company of his parents, insisting that he wanted to take a walk in the park before it was completely dark. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. “I think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress. Something has happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure.
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