‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily. I fought. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. “There are policemen—and buses. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. ’ To her astonishment, Gosse’s servile attitude vanished abruptly. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica to the darkness; “I’ll fight it. He'll mend, I hope. ” He was a little uneasy. She’ll tell everyone soon, if only to gain herself some attention!” He cried under his breath. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it.
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