Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp
to a letter. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room,
but did I show you the basement?” He asked. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose,
and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. \"Oh. ”
“YOU know,” said Ann Veronica. ”
He looked at her with white, set face. If he recovers he may not
accuse her. Ann Veronica intervened a little in the
novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was
obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened. She was not obliged to go to the Tredgold College, because as yet the College
had not settled down for the session. ‘You are jealous!’
‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. We were
talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. There were two of them. . She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had
departed.
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