CHAPTER I. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. Ann Veronica watched him from the dining-room window, and after some moments of maidenly hesitation rambled out into the garden in a reverse direction to Mr. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. ” Ann Veronica thought. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. It appears that he was an unsuccessful admirer of the lady in question, and he admits that, under the influence of drink, he broke into her rooms, and there made a determined attempt at suicide. The young man had knocked over the siphon. ‘Merci, dieu. Vite, I pray you.
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