“Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. The lady had disappeared. ‘Why, that’s one of the names with which she tried to fob me off. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. And she seemed always to keep one eye on Ann Veronica’s dress.
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