Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that
this was the playing of a soul in damnation. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of
the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had
gathered. She looked at him curiously. She had begun alone. Capes had altered scarcely at all during the interval, except for a new
quality of smartness in the cut of his clothes, but Ann Veronica was nearly half
an inch taller; her face was at once stronger and softer, her neck firmer and
rounder, and her carriage definitely more womanly than it had been in the days
of her rebellion. She
was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a
great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether
feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her
short sleeve. . “So should you. ‘Aye, sir. Come along, you mad jade. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the
best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption.
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