” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. That’s the fact about them. It ran: —————————————————————————| Bored | and | nothing |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | will | you | dine |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | to-night | somewhere | and |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | shall | be | grateful —————————————————————————- | to | do | | with | me | | talk | I | | Ramage | | Ann Veronica was rather pleased by this. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. Jonathan, however, still lingered. And in the Avenue she had an encounter with Ramage. " "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. “By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life.
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