” Ann Veronica read this letter through with grave, attentive eyes. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. Leave me behind: I'm not afraid. They have rescued the child. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it.
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