" "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. “I changed my last shilling yesterday. ” “Poor you!” said Ann Veronica. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. Born on a South Sea island, she said. She felt she had stepped into a world of unknown usages.
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