Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. Michelle had begged her to do it. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. And, by way of checking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. ’ Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors.
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