"I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. . It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. Considering his convictions he felt that his remark was a generous one. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. "Certain.
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