“It’s either now or never,” said Ann Veronica, again ascending this stile. This costume,
though somewhat extravagant, displayed his slight, but perfectly-proportioned
figure to the greatest advantage. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon
him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her
gaze. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. "You must take it to Sir Rowland
Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. His energy began to slip away and she sank her teeth
into his fat carotid artery below the piano wire, which had
drawn blood from his neck. ’
‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly.
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