I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. " "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. . ” Anna hesitated no longer. “Number 13, please, cabman. ‘Yes, I know. ” “And made you give up a political meeting,” she reminded him. Another picture slid across her vision. She visualized him as in a policeman’s uniform and quite impassive.
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