She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. ” “Everything goes well with me,” he said, folding his arms under him and regarding Ann Veronica with the slightly projecting eyes wide open. But luncheon and dinners you will sit at my table. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. Please don’t let any one know that. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. It just made me mad to the boiling point. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go.
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