She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. She made a quick movement, and the hand fell away. "Do you think I'd take the trouble to announce him? These are persons of consequence, I tell you. " "Be pleased, then, in future not to let your surprise find vent in words," rejoined Jonathan, sternly. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears.
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