She had become neutral towards him and he had used the lesson to try to advance himself. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. Her head swam. Life seemed a very brave and glorious enterprise to Ann Veronica that day. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance.
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