"Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. I haven't forgotten her previous history. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. She wants that and needs it more than anything else in the world. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself.
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