”
“Fame!”
“Isn’t it? ‘I’ve not seen your play, Mr. He looked at
her, hurt. Their poor hands!”
“I know,” said Mr. ”
“They know you better,” he declared. “But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. Part 5
She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded
thus:
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All
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is
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well
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with
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and
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quite
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safe
| Veronica |
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me
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and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself
to write an answer to Mr. I did so. She yielded it without protest, as though
unconsciously. His anger gave way to grim humour and he
thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of
black-covered books and the pig’s skull. Horribly skinny he was, and short too.
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