Anne said to herself: "That's how people look—" without finishing her thought.
Lest she should feel shut out he turned to her.
"Well, are you glad to be back again, Anne?" he said.
"Glad? I'm never glad to be anywhere else. I've been counting the weeks and the days and the minutes."
"The minutes?"
"Yes. In the train."
They had come up on to the flagged terrace. Anne looked round her.
"Where's Jerrold?" she said.
And they laughed again. "There's no doubt," said Uncle Robert, "about it being the same Anne."
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