Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. Her thought spoke aloud.
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