Part 6
When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in
her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. ‘I don’t want a list of all the
nuns resident in your wretched convent. The
rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. I don't think. ‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. . We simply can’t get away. He was tall and straight, and his expression was good. Why was he there? why did
the tempter dare to invade that sacred spot! She could not answer her own
questions, but vague fearful suspicions passed through her mind. ”
Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. “Does he know that I am involved with someone?”
“Of course he knows. “I feared we might have a fog. ” The audience clapped
when cued by Brown, not sure of what to do. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole
back to the bungalow to wait.
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