His hand went with an almost instinctive
inquiry to his jawbone again. John’s best
friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he
reported. I’d rather starve!”
For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. Armed, however, with the implement he had so
fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell—
unless you choose to go before. “All’s well that ends well,”
he said; “and the less one says about things the better. My father thought the latter. \"Shhh! He rolled onto his back again, raising himself
in alarm. His literary instincts were reviving. A dozen
shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her
mind. The aunt laughed. Wood heard the cry. McClintock, striking a match to relight
his cigar, broke the spell. .
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