The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. “It spreads like wildfire. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed.
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