She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. ” “No. 1. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the narrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than the commiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. “I may seem unduly— anxious.
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