The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. "
Her ear caught much of the lesson, and many things she stored away; but often
what she heard was sound without sense. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell
you?’
‘Won’t you?’
‘No, a thousand times. But if his frame was immature,
his looks were not so. And yet for all that—
It got into Ann Veronica’s nights at last and kept her awake, the perplexing
contrast between the advanced thought and the advanced thinker. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued
her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all
that Gerald was certain she knew of men. “Let me help you,” he begged.
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