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” “Climbing?” “Yes. . “Either I want to shout,” said Mr. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. Ann Veronica woke rather later than usual, and lay awake for some minutes before she remembered a certain resolution she had taken in the small hours. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. . He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable.
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