” Ann Veronica read this letter through with grave, attentive eyes. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. But this chap is good wine yet. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. But none ever puts his foot on this boat.
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