The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. If she had once known him, if he
were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. He just
walked in a few minutes ago. Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. "
"You won't tell me what he has done?"
"If you'll tell me where he's heading. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream.
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