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Let me take the satchel, sir. I won’t try. In vain Wood protested his innocence. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. "A secret is too valuable a commodity to be thrown away. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. I don’t know. Nevertheless, she was still fighting.
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