She took it for granted Ann Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the matter. His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. I made her my unwilling confederate. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in Marylebone.
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