“You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises,” said Ann Veronica. One must get them with exactly the same intensity. She shrugged her shoulders. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. \"Cool. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. It would make the young wife unhappy. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. She hastened past.
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