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. A neat tale, giving little away. ” “Young? I am twenty-four. What had she so nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. But it sounds too real to be imagined. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room.
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