Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. Ennison, or any other young man. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. ’ The lady uttered a scornful sound. Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. It was Annabel who spoke. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I hated him. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware.
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