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O'Higgins threw out his chest, gave it a pat, and smiled. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and
affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann
Veronica’s father extremely. For a moment
she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room. Find that boy. ”
For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted
with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently,
to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. She knew the significance:
the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. “And me. He sat in much the
same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not
go to the Fadden Dance. The stranger turned his head at the sound. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing
plans for me, formulating his revenge. But some people have no
consideration. She went to the table under the end window at which she had
been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of
re-agents.
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