She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising her head. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. ’ ‘Ah, but why remain penniless? After all, your grandfather Charvill—’ ‘Again with the grandfather? Mon ami, if you imagine that this grandfather will welcome a daughter of Nicholas Charvill, whom he has never forgiven that he married a Frenchwoman, then you have an imagination entirely wrong. . "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. There was a very substantial profit in the transaction, for he paid the natives in commodities—coloured cotton cloths, pipes and tobacco, guns and ammunition, household utensils, cutlery and glass gewgaws. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane.
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