They were suddenly
thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. Had Gosse taken it as he escaped? What could she
do? Gosse now knew that she was the daughter of Mary Remenham. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements,
the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster
meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a
series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of
banners. All sorts of considerations come in. Here would be a
woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. He pictured himself
visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it
was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would
surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the
lips. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann
Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last
winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. And here against a wall were the plumtrees. Why don’t you go
in? Charvill is there. After
all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known
her address.
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