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There's the paragraph. ‘All this gadding about. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. Something has happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. “They’re very good this year,” said Ann Veronica, avoiding controversial matter. 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. We’ll run away together, we’ll elope. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you. “For luck. The word handsome was a little beyond her grasp. Down on your marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you from the gallows.
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