“John’s here. Predictably, Charvill turned on him. ‘Went to the dogs, did Jarvis, after Mary died. I can't concentrate on my work. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. ” “You are not going to that ball! You are not going out of this house in that getup!” Ann Veronica tried yet more earnestly to treat him, as she would treat any man, with an insistence upon her due of masculine respect. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Then they dressed her in a dirty dress of coarse serge and a cap, and took away her own clothes.
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