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He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. You'd be coming up to Hong-Kong, but you'd be cutting out Canton. "Do you want it back under the pillow?" "Hang it over a chair. It is just the aim I have had in view all the time. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. Good night. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. It had been a part of the vast domain of the servants in the house’s earlier incarnation. ‘It must seem strange to you at first. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. Fascination.
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