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"No," said Ann Veronica, offhandedly. "Never heard anything of it."
"I thought every one knew. I thought every one had heard about it."
"He's married--and, I believe, living separated from his wife. There was
a case, or something, some years ago."
"A divorce--or something--I don't know. But I have heard that he almost
had to leave the schools. If it hadn't been for Professor Russell
standing up for him, they say he would have had to leave."
"Was he divorced, do you mean?"
"No, but he got himself mixed up in a divorce case. I forget the
particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. It was among
Ann Veronica was silent for a while.
"I thought every one had heard," said Miss Klegg. "Or I wouldn't have
said anything about it."
"I suppose all men," said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism,
"get some such entanglement. And, anyhow, it doesn't matter to us." She
turned abruptly at right angles to the path they followed. "This is my
way back to my side of the Park," she said.
"I thought you were coming right across the Park."
"Oh no," said Ann Veronica; "I have some work to do. I just wanted a
breath of air. And they'll shut the gates presently. It's not far from
She was sitting brooding over her fire about ten o'clock that night when
a sealed and registered envelope was brought up to her.
She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes
she had sent off to Ramage that day. The letter began:
"MY DEAREST GIRL,--I cannot let you do this foolish thing--"
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a
passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Instantly she seized the
poker and made a desperate effort to get them out again. But she was
only able to save a corner of the letter. The twenty pounds burned with
She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand.
"By Jove!" she said, standing up at last, "that about finishes it, Ann
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