“John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him.
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