I hated him. If they become bad it is through inclination, not necessity. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. “Hey you,” he said affectionately. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path.
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