“I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. "Again," cried Jonathan, sternly: "beware!"
"What!" vociferated Trenchard. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window
and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to
death. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of
pink. After repeatedly trying to remove the plate, which was so
firmly screwed down that it resisted all his efforts, and vainly attempting to pick
it with the spike and nail; he, at length, after half an hour's ineffectual labour,
wrenched off the box by means of the iron bar, and the door, as he laughingly
expressed it, "became his humble servant. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid
streets. ”
“I am sorry,” said Ann Veronica. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the
shutters and opened them. “I don’t see that his
being a good sort matters. ” She
wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his
youthfulness. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her
but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his
shoulder.
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