Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. “Mr. London Bridge had suffered a degree less than most places. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine.
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