"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. Now then," he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. ‘I’ve finished me report, sir,’ Trodger said aggrievedly. Leonardo had not taught her to do so. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning.
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