Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. He not only did this, but supplied him with an ointment which allayed the swelling of his limbs, and crowned all by furnishing him with a jug of excellent ale. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. ” She nodded. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. ’ ‘Don’t you dare.
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