"I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short. He looked down and met them. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. Besides, this is an affair which no one but myself can settle. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. Chairs were overturned. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. “You ought at once—you ought at once to have told her that. Don't forget to cut out all effervescent water.
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