I can’t. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by a bristling semicircle of spikes. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. A dreamy sense of content crept over him.
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