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The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. Ruth loved him. You have told me that you cared. ” “It is odd that this man at the hospital should call himself Meysey Hill,” she remarked. Anna admitted the fact. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. “You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked. "Will that do?" he added, returning it. You don’t know. So Mrs. “If I am,” he answered, reddening, “you can scarcely assert that it is without a cause. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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