He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. I’ve had enough of it. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. ’ Melusine caught the fellow eyeing her with resentment and beckoned as she called out to him. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company.
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