“You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. “Can you not understand? It is of no use
your taking my identity and all the burden of my iniquities upon your dear
shoulders if I am to be recognized the moment I show my face in London. ”
For a fraction of a second the two young men hesitated. ’
‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. “I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out. On the left lay the heights of
Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the
position of the metropolis. ’
‘Ah, you know about that, then?’
‘That much, yes. She let him have it all, as it was,
after all, for the last time.
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