McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. " The manager extended his hands at large, as if to deny any responsibility in the affair. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. " "Never," echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. " "The deuce he has!" cried Dump. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern.
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