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Part 4
It was not Ann Veronica’s fault that the night’s work should have taken upon
itself the forms of wild burlesque. . He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated
it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows,
when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. Ha! ha! What have I left but despair
and madness? Promise me one thing, Mr. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far
as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then
down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. Before her stretched blank spaces,
dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a
statue. ’
‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. "
The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the
inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards
for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday. Poe is all right, if
you don't mind nightmares. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her
and take possession.
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