Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. "I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. “I am off to-night,” he said. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time.
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