’ Gerald seized on this. I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. . Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. .
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