“One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. Surely it was a dream. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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