“Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. Kneebone, who had drained his glass to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. “Not for these things, O Ann Veronica, have you revolted,” it said; “and this is not your appropriate purpose. While this was taking place, another and more serious interruption occurred. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Do you like duck?” “Sure.
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