” “One may do both,” said Ann Veronica. " "Ship her back to her father"—sagely. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. Winny, my love, come with me. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. Too late, alas, to stop the disastrous marriage. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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