Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. 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. Let me recommend a glass of wine. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. F. No, I thank you. He continued to do this for the rest of the evening intermittently, in and out, among other topics. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant.
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