So equipped, she proposed to set up a separate establishment in the world. Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. “I might have muddled for a time. Then he turned to Anna. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips.
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