. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Now he courted with “servants” which he often killed afterward. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. His spirits began to rise. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes.
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