The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. I’m taking no chances. How I could have been such a fool I’ll never know. "There's his knock. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. What do you think people will make of that? What will this lover of yours make of that?” At intervals Ann Veronica demanded to go, declaring her undying resolve to repay him at any cost, and made short movements doorward. Will you please—Not now, or I must go.
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