He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant. At least until we graduate. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him.
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