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Stanley,
putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor,
and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity,
asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do
you propose to live?”
“I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. Sheppard, fervently. Still he had a decent look,
and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. ‘Parbleu, you are deaf perhaps? It is seen that you are very old, certainly. Did you know you’re very maternal? Damn,
you’re more maternal than my Mom. Wood. But also this must not go on. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. She tried to imagine herself
“getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or
as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and
independent flat.
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