" "I expect no commiseration," returned Mrs. ” “I suppose all men,” said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism, “get some such entanglement. It isn’t the same thing. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. It had been a trying day. “I’m not gentle. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. ” He said. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman.
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