Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. Could it be him you mean?" "No. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. ‘Laisse-moi.
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