. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. But I waited in vain. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me.
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