This woman, contrary to his custom, he answered. "I am an officer in the execution of my duty. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. Footman or some such. “The first is to discover what she is here for, and where she is staying. I'd a good many things to say to you, besides—but you've put them all out of my head. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings.
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