“Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. “Please come home. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. ‘Am I right in supposing you to have been a sister to the late Mr Jarvis Remenham?’ ‘Quite right. She crept out of the shadows. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. Certainly I never met him.
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