A few
minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the
Square, drove to Anna’s flat. ”
“So much the better,” Anna declared cheerfully. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. You can have no shecrets from me. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. There was Major Price—you must
recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at
that very gate. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his
clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately
kindly. ” She replied vaguely. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. He saw now that it was
merely a boy.
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