He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ’ ‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. . The Jew swallowed it at a draught. ” “Borrow the money! But who lent you the money?” “A friend,” said Ann Veronica. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones.
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