“NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. “It’s bound to be all right,” she said. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. All her pride raged at me. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. ‘Flirting, Gerald? A new come-out for you. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Pure romantic nonsense on her part.
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