‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding. Above her head was an aura of white fire. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. The wings stopped. My father thought the latter. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. It was the expression of Miss Klegg’s face that put the idea into Ann Veronica’s head of showing Manning at the College one day, an idea which she didn’t for some reason or other carry out for a fortnight. “You must tell me the truth, please. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. “I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence.
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