’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. ‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. I'll call it my wedding gift. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. As they careened into a parking space, Lucy clung to the upholstery so as not to be thrown against the front seats. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can.
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