“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. ” “Very well. He asked her whether she understood what she was saying, and went on to say still more precisely that she should never touch a penny of his money until she came home again—not one penny. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. London Bridge had suffered a degree less than most places. She reached for the door handle. The door leaned inward. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica.
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