“Would YOU like us—if some one told you the bare outline of our story?— and what we are doing?” “I shouldn’t mind,” said Ann Veronica. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. He was no doubt doing his best to express the attitude of society toward these wearily heroic defendants, but he seemed to be merely rude and unfair to Ann Veronica. Her people live in Heng-Chow, in the Hu-nan province. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. I do not intend to allow you to forget. It is extraordinary. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied and heavy-eyed. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. .
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