‘Eh bien. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. “What can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. ” “Then may I come to the study to-night—after dinner?” “I’m—BUSY!” “It’s important. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. “I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. CHAPTER XXI. Mischief bubbled up in her.
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