“I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Life is morality—life is adventure. . ” It was rare that Ann Veronica used hansoms, and to be in one was itself eventful and exhilarating. " "Oh, dear! how I should like to see him. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. ‘Jacques? Oh, that is news of the very finest. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others.
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