We needn’t try and give ourselves airs. 9. Part 6
When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in
her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. ”
He sat for a moment, absorbing. Still, it was true about men. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. Take a room!”
“I say!” said Constance. When he came to a certain sentence in
Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. “I was already aware of the
fact. But native! She must
watch out. "Oh! he'll be after you directly. ’
‘You can arrest me,’ answered Kimble belligerently, ‘but you can’t make me
say nothing about her.
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