Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ” Ten thousand! Put that way it seemed so different. ’ Her eyes narrowed. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. ’ With care, she gave it an English pronunciation. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley.
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