Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. Given time and the right environment, and he would outgrow these defects. " "Damnation!" cried Jonathan, stamping his foot with uncontrollable rage. The faithful fellow will never leave me. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed.
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