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‘Yes, please.’

‘Then give ‘em me.’

He took back all the documents.

‘When shall I call at the Bank, father?’

‘Better call this afternoon—afore three, mind ye.’

‘Very well But I shan’t know what to do.’

‘You’ve gotten a tongue in that noddle of yours, haven’t ye?’ he said. ‘Now go and get along wi’ them potatoes.’

Anna returned to the kitchen. She felt no elation or ferment of any kind; she had not begun to realise the significance of what had occurred. Like the soldier whom a bullet has struck, she only knew vaguely that something had occurred. She peeled the potatoes with more than her usual thrifty care; the peel was so thin as to be almost transparent. It seemed to her that she could not arrange or examine her emotions until after she had met Henry Mynors again. More than anything else she wished to see him: it was as if out of the mere sight of him something definite might emerge, as if when her eyes had rested on him, and not before, she might perceive some simple solution of the problems which she had obscurely discerned ahead of her.