”
“Girls!” cried Ann Veronica. A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. But he seized the
chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. Nobody who cared. —Strype's Stow. ’
‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this
interchange open-mouthed. "He left Dollis Hill at ten o'clock on
that night, and has not since returned. ”
“I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she
said good-humouredly. She was making it up. "I assure
you, Sir, when I left him an hour ago, it was locked. "
"Are you ready?" said Trenchard, striding towards the door. . Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent.
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