Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. The imbecile. "One word before we part, adorable girl— only one," he continued, detaining her. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. He'd have enough to do to protect himself, without attending to you.
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