She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. 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. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. You have to sleep, Joe, and I don’t, and that is a very bad situation for you. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Somehow to-night—I don’t know.
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