It simply doesn’t count. Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. Ann Veronica passed from her aunt to her father, and put her arms about him and kissed his cheek. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. They are not bad girls, but the average tourist has that misconception of them. . But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell.
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