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Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her misdeeds. “It is just six o’clock now. I said to myself at once, ‘Either this is a coincidence or the caper sauce. ” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. ” Ann Veronica responded with conviction: “I wish so, too. ‘Here she is.
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