There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. She is English, and apparently in some distress. And he had destroyed all this.
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