" "And that's true," rejoined Mrs. Mac's. D. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. We are in love. So the charge was dismissed. She rose to the fire to stoke it. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion.
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