How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. ” “How can you say such things?” “But he would!” “Still, it isn’t your place to say so. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. I want to boast myself. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation.
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