Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. She asked the girl to fetch Mr. " "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. "Leave him to me," he said. "I have nothing. ” “It’s rather jolly of you,” said Ann Veronica.
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