Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. ” “When is Michaelmas Day?” said Ann Veronica, a little abruptly.
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