“You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. . Sir John hesitated. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. . ” He left off abruptly. “Please not now. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. It isn’t all. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties.
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