Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. Gerald
sighed. Ann Veronica sat
back with a sigh of relief. ‘I have justice. What can a girl do?
Somewhere at this point Ann Veronica’s speculations were interrupted and
turned aside by the approach of a horse and rider. "
"Pshaw! you'd do as much for me any day, and think no more about it. We were fellow
passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue
d’Entrepot. But those days are over—quite over. I
am bothered. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute
apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little
table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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