From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. It was
very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open,
and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. 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. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are?
Why all the secrecy?”
She looked beyond the farmhouse. ”
She said. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate.
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