She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. She forced herself not to think of John. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t understand why I wanted you to come here?” “Not a bit of it,” said Ann Veronica stoutly.
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