She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. “Please let me drive you home. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. I did not even know where to write and thank you. ” “Well, I take it we’re straight again,” said Capes with a note of relief, and assumed an easier position on the edge of her table. So he shut his eyes. It was interesting to see how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the life of a Morningside Park inhabitant.
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