So I dare say I was christened Jack. ” “As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands. She pushed him gently on the chest. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye.
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