And she buried herself
beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. "
"Wretches!" screamed the lady; "don't dare to breathe your vile insinuations
against me! Oh! Mr. I overheard what Mr. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. Where can we sit down and talk?”
He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young
man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. "He's a base, deceitful,
tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. ”
She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at once locked the
door with a little sigh of relief. "If
you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. In the present case it did not matter, as
there was no one else within earshot.
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