“But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. And this idiot, he has threatened to arrest me and make them take me to prison. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed. His glance came up again and met hers. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. But did you ever hear of a djinn in a blue-serge coat? Stitched in!" Something like this was always rushing into his throat; and he had to sink his nails into his palms to stop his mouth. To find the true father at the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the locket was an intolerable thought. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape.
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