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. Manning. “Miss Pellissier is nothing to me except a young lady for whom I have the most profound and respectful admiration. It seems to me very silly. Stanley lost patience. " "As you please, Sir,—provided you don't let him off. ‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. ‘You have every right to be angry with me. I keep it for my own drinking," he added in a lower tone. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle.
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