“You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises,” said Ann Veronica. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled.
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