CHAPTER THE NINTH DISCORDS Part 1 One afternoon, soon after Ann Veronica’s great discovery, a telegram came into the laboratory for her. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. “You need not be alarmed,” he said. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. Very central in Miss Miniver’s universe were the Goopes. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. Adieu! my charmer. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. My best endeavours shall be used to bring you off, on the easy terms I have mentioned. Then—then we shall be together.
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