What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. ” “I wanted to, John. " "My father!" exclaimed Thames, in the utmost astonishment; "let me see it!" "Here it is," returned Jack, producing a small picture in a case set with brilliants. “And now,” said Ann Veronica surveying her apartment with an unprecedented sense of proprietorship, “what is the next step?” She spent the evening in writing—it was a little difficult—to her father and— which was easier—to the Widgetts.
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