(Fifteen pounds! And she wanted forty!)
Part 4
It was, perhaps, the natural consequence of a long and tiring and exciting day
that Ann Veronica should pass a broken and distressful night, a night in which
the noble and self-subduing resolutions of Canongate displayed themselves for
the first time in an atmosphere of almost lurid dismay. Let me lend you some money. By the by, Mr. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my
mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute
Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. "
"Then you are taking me on?" Spurlock's eyes grew soft like those of a dog that,
expecting the whip, saw only the kindly hand. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. “It was inevitable,” he declared. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. The thought made her exquisitely happy. ’ She struck her
hands together. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. Spurlock was tremendously interested in these derelicts, and
got a good deal of information regarding them, which he stored away for future
use.
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