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" "That is your fault, none of mine. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you. Tell me that again. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. Great vistas of history opened, and she and her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of the wrappered life again. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. I felt his heart. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention. ” “Fine. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. “I do not wish to make impertinent inquiries into your private life. And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her.
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