“That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things. “Is Lady Lescelles in?” he asked the butler. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by the treatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled and lighted his pipe. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. “All right?” he asked. "He is all alone.
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