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In a moment he
was beside her. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. He smiled tenderly. Not fit to be dust on your boots. . ‘You
ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try
and save it. What are
you to do with a mad mother at a time when you need all your wits to take care
of yourself?"
"Don't concern yourself further about me," returned Jack. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’
‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her
to the door. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means
to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!"
CHAPTER XII
The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. Determined,
however, to conquer the feeling as soon as possible, Wood had given orders to
have the evening meal served there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions
upon his first entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet
for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. The Reaper is not sated yet.
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