It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. . “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. She was silent. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable.
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