“I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. ” “The Bubonic Plague?” He asked. Instantly she seized the poker and made a desperate effort to get them out again. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. ‘If you are not going to visit Charvill today, I’ll escort you back to the convent in Golden Square. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. And she defies me.
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