At half after five that afternoon the doctor and his friend
McClintock entered the office of the Victoria. “Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking
about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. The
ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where
any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or
festooned with dusty cobwebs. The boy would naturally attract the
women, if the women were at all romantic. You can’t go. Twenty
guineas, mind. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. If Jack
should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous
professionalism creeping into her voice. ”
“Have I done something wrong? Should I take you
home?”
“No.
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