. Here was a poor half-naked
creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand,
seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes. A handy knife, and
a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. "There's a
guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a
tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a
dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a
typewriter. . “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors
give little hope of his recovery. ”
“It is all the world to me. ”
“Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really
do not care.
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