There are some papers I have to look through to-night—important
papers. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in
her life, was joyful for her. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy
socialist. One post-midnight meeting, she
could stand it no longer. ”
“Daddy,” said Ann Veronica, “these affairs—being away from home has—
cost money. “I think,” she said, “that I would rather not have anything to say about that man. ”
She put her face closer to his. "Out of the beaten track, with a real
man for an employer? How would that strike you?"
Interest shot into Spurlock's eyes; it spread to his wan face. “Now look here, Veronica, let us be plain with each
other. So dreadful were these
shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who
shrank out of sight. ”
He drew a little nearer to her. Why? Because Howard Spurlock
the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because
there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. Ann
Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads
from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent
muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. "My invitation did not
extend to them.
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