”
“Bit starchy,” said Ann Veronica, and altered the key abruptly. . Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was
running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they
could not make out who had uttered it. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast
gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined
things of her childhood. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would
recognize me. ’
Joan sniffed. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the
electric lights were turned on. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. She looked
around the apartment for other people. I’m making a mess of my life—
unless you come in and take it.
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