A dreamy sense of content crept over him. You have never felt the hearts of all hardened against you; have never heard the jeer or curse from every lip; nor endured the insult and the blow from every hand. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. We are amiable to one another, but we don’t mix. This is no place for me. "Look at it!" he felt like screaming. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He made a movement toward her, and then recalled the circumstances of their last conversation in that study.
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