Then to Dan Ware's, in Hanging Sword Court. It ran: —————————————————————————| Bored | and | nothing |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | will | you | dine |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | to-night | somewhere | and |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | shall | be | grateful —————————————————————————- | to | do | | with | me | | talk | I | | Ramage | | Ann Veronica was rather pleased by this. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. “Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded.
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