Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. This lover of yours—” “He doesn’t know!” cried Ann Veronica. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,— the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter.
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