She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. " "Perhaps that was it. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Her eyes followed him. “LOOKS all right,” said Ann Veronica, regarding him with her head first on one side and then on the other, and trying to be agreeable. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. The visitors, when they entered, looked thoroughly intimidated and Everett concealed a grim smile. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away.
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