And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. ’ So that was it. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. 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. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the starling. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. He declined to come in.
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