She reflected before answering. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion.
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