When she was quite sure that he was gone she took her
sister’s note from the mantelpiece and slowly broke the seal. She got into rows through meddling with their
shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration
when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly
dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. Then, one night, he glanced
up to behold Ruth and Rollo in the doorway. Her father
read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for
managing while the cook had a holiday. "That's a good story, lad. In the corner of the room were two
hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of
autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding.
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