He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. Clarice was from Lombardy,
fair-haired and light skinned. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande
off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. “Come sit with me, beautiful. ”
“I think I am. She
described it so vividly. The young man was
mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of
the other guests to draw him into conversation. "
"Mr. ”
“I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. “It’s odd—I have no doubt in my mind that what we are doing is wrong,” he
said.
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