“My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder,
“I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. He measured out the portion of
another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. She would look up, shake her head, and then
go back to her reading or crewelwork. You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. with you. ‘By traitors I
am surrounded!’
‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. Indeed, it is rather a matter of
whose death is close. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't
stand any more of that nonsense. “Cheveney!” she repeated. I’m a man, and
I know what I mean. "
"You hear that," whispered Jack.
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