’ ‘That is what you think? Eh bien. She had but to choose. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. It is no crime, none at all. “You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress.
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