He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. It’s not like we’re getting married.
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