He ran back to his car, glancing only once at the man in the car. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going to run without friction. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. She had mentioned the address where she and her sister had lived. Her father’s peculiar stiffness of soul presented itself now as something altogether left out of the calculations upon which her plans were based, and, in particular, she had not anticipated the difficulty she would find in borrowing the forty pounds she needed for Ramage. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. He was not used to not getting his way. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black.
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