"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. She glanced at him. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said.
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