For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. "
"Trying to. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the
room. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the
back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for
support. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed
upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. They did not have to wait
long. On this fresh
outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the
boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself
to meet his fate. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that
seems wound around me. ’
A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her.
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