It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped
with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. This
was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as
“White’s. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as
she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. “Violence won’t do it,” said Ann Veronica. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. “You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!. You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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