The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. " Other towers and spires—St. “Yes,” he said, “I shall come. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. You disgust me. But it annoyed Ann Veronica. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any rate. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad.
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