“This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. “I—I shall be all right directly. When Ann Veronica got it she had at first a wild, fantastic idea that it contained a tip. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. D'ye hear.
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