‘I have the means to compel you. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across.
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