"
"Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of
perplexity. "
O'Higgins was disarming the doctor. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark,
“They’re playing football. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. Ann Veronica stared for a moment in
amazement at this dark-green object that clashed as it was put down. Brown was not a blind man and had assiduously
observed many a student soap opera over the years. I hope that you did not
permit her to feed?”
“But I did! I did!” She sobbed. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street
Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of
them spent the night standing. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll
do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going
to run without friction. O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself
the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. "
"I'll never understand. Then, naturally, I went on
talking. "What in the world is it?" he asked.
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