“Get me some brandy and my bag. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. ” The dinner was admirable as a dinner; nothing went wrong, from the golden and excellent clear soup to the delightful iced marrons and cream; and Miss Stanley’s praises died away to an appreciative acquiescence. ” “But—” “He left her alone. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. Smith's melody had subsided. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. He saw three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed. "Well, I've seen many a gallant fellow in my time, Mr. ’ ‘As far as I know it, ma’am. You will be opposite the big entrance in Old Palace Yard. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea.
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