He had never wanted daughters. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. I was certain of it.
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