I hated the stuff. I saw their boat swept away, and heard the
roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present, could doubt the
result. But if God is kind to me, someday I may
climb up to where you are. Stanley,
putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor,
and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity,
asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do
you propose to live?”
“I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. Her little white hand stole across the table. I
know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living.
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