“I meant it. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. ” “Well, Ann Veronica Smith,” the magistrate remarked when the case was all before him, “you’re a good-looking, strong, respectable gell, and it’s a pity you silly young wimmin can’t find something better to do with your exuberance.
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