“I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow. She opened and read it at once. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. "But I tell you frankly, and Mr. ” “But that is ridiculous!” he exclaimed. " Sir Rowland made no reply, but angrily quickened his pace. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache.
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