He lunched in the Legal Club in Chancery Lane, and met Ogilvy. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. He resumed his listening. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. I’m in this apartment and looking for work because—Well, what else can I do, when my father practically locks me up?” “I know,” said Mr. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects.
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