She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. She turned the television off. ‘I knows how to do better nor any surgeon. After all, it was really rather funny. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. He would have some sport with Mr. I rarely set foot in London these days. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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