“It was fine and brave of you. I have been very foolish, but it is over. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. ‘Is it worth it?’ he asked at last. I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. ” “You are not going to that ball! You are not going out of this house in that getup!” Ann Veronica tried yet more earnestly to treat him, as she would treat any man, with an insistence upon her due of masculine respect. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. You can trust me, Anna. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose.
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