The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. She despises me, I suppose. The servants had left the room. She thrashed and screamed as he wrestled her back towards the bed. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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