” The conversation hung for a moment. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear.
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