” “I may come a little way, then?” he begged. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Come!” They went out together and he called a hansom. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. Mr. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from.
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