"I rather fancy, as you Britishers say, that you know the nature of my visit?"
"I'm an American. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. F. EARLES,
Strictly Private
Every one stared at Anna. Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. This was to pass under the arch,
along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern
platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive
violence of the gale. Celeste he
knew. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank
wearily into an easy chair. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing.
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