No more scuffling. So far she had the utmost difficulty in getting on to that vitally important matter. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. ’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. I never saw a man who wasn't. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol.
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