Part 2 Ann Veronica Stanley was twenty-one and a half years old. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. How I could have been such a fool I’ll never know. He gave her silence in return. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. Take that box, and put it into the carriage yourself. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. It’s all right.
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