A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the
surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. I don’t want
to know. From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?”
Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause
him pain. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand,
threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect
intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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