Stanley, having pretended to linger to smoke, fled suddenly up-stairs to petrography, and when Veronica tapped he answered through the locked door, “Go away, Vee! I’m busy,” and made a lapidary’s wheel buzz loudly. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. “You shall,” she said. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. At any rate, here I am, and here I shall be, twenty thousand feet above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God’s wind comes fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. ” Lucy reassured. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head.
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