The couple reappeared
from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken. "
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. He had always warned her explicitly
about turning others into vampires. He
had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. . She’s a
snob. That’s—
that’s my private life. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. Daughters
were in the air that day. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come
into contact—a natural woman.
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