When I told her that there were no available nurses this side of Hong-Kong, she offered her services at once, and broke her journey. Plote was sleeping or deaf. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. 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. You don’t want to miss the sport. “Here is my card. ‘I know that, miss. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities.
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