They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. ” Ann Veronica made a sympathetic little murmur. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. “What about blood banks? Have you ever tried them?” “I don’t just take blood, John.
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