“It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a
peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be
friends. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few
pages, what little information she had gathered on him
through the years. Now I require it, only that I may stop this pig from ruining all. On her lapel was an ivory
button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. Sheppard. Degree! degree!
She smiled on a gallant of high degree. But if we had gone
under—!”
They regarded one another silently, and Ann Veronica had one of her
penetrating flashes. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her
return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched
fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage.
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