" Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. To tell you the truth, he spoke to me very seriously upon the subject. ” “The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. ‘Well?’ she said. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four.
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